Different Tides
Words and Music by Lisa Locke, 2002
1. We walked home to the same dorm
On a warm September night
Made introductions and conversation
Just to be polite
Street-lamps played on the waves in your hair
And lit your serious eyes
I could almost see your fantasies
Of shaman and samurai
I thought, "This one has worlds in his head
Like the ones that I live in"
"Guess I’ll see you around," I said
And hurried off to all I was busy with
Chorus: Some people hang around
On the edges of sight
Sliding past each other
Carried on different tides
And though the time
Is never right
Now and again the possibility springs to mind
2. Old friends gather to remember those years
Who knew what would happen when I saw you there?
Suddenly both floating free
My hands tangled in your hair
I won’t be sorry that
I kissed you when I did
We caught a moment as it slipped past
Slowed down and savored it
Now I’ll just tell my guitar
What a beautiful man you are
Indulge myself in this
Before I put that night to rest