Let Love Work

Well the turning of the tide and the rising of the sea

And the winds of change a blowin’, all inside of me

But the tide can’t turn forever; I can’t rely on wind and sea;

I’ve got to work on me.

On the day I met you baby, a lock turned deep within

And opened up a window, and music burst right in;

But they say such things are fleeting, like autumn colors in a tree;

I’ve got to work on me, I’ve got to work on me.

Well it isn’t what we’d hoped for — how could we dream of this?

We were wearing lovers’ blinders, couldn’t see far past that kiss;

Now we’re halfway up the mountain, lots of baggage on the bus;

We’ve got to work on us; we’ve got to work on us.

All the things you hold as special and natural and true,

Don’t hold them like a good hand that the dealer’s dealt to you;

Go and share them with your family and with your neighbor too;

And let love work on you.