Turn - Future Of Forestry

How through the day, you would pray

You could trade for another life

I sent you a line

I said you were mine

Then morning rays through the haze

The golden blaze got a hold of you

It was the vision of light

That turned you around

You took the course that you bore

It was charted for you long ago

It left charted route

Left you drifting about

Your ship, took a trip

With hope of something bigger yet

And it would take you awhile

To mark your nautical mile

Ooooh, ooooh

Turn against the current

Against the current

Ooooh, ooooh

Against the current

Ooooh, ooooh

Turn against the current

Ooooh, ooooh

Against the current

Ooooh, ooooh

Turn against the current

Ooooh, ooooh

Against the current