Riding a Tide - The Buggles

All the poems

Of my neighbors

That drift across the sand

Are just the tendrils

Of a vast

But gentle plant which they command

The headdress

Of a goddess

You wore the night we came

Is only

One small symptom

And really not to blame

You’re riding a tiger

Riding a tiger

Heaven

Sent the mortals

Ranged upon the wall

And likewise

All the missiles

Shot to make them fall

Effortlessly

Moving

Picture into frame

Riding a tiger

Riding a tiger

Riding a tiger

Over the bleachers

Into the sky

Into the reach of some

Cool goodbye

Key grip was crying

Best boy was me

Here in the sheltered knoll