Now our two sides have a struggle
To see which comes out ahead.
And you'd better pay attention.
You could go from live to dead.
When your water hits its boiling point,
Or a baby's being born,
When the traffic stops, or a popcorn pops,
Or your clothes get worn and torn,
Everything comes to a turning point
Where the new defeats the old.
When a new day starts, and the old departs,
Springtime ends the winter's cold.
Changes start out slowly
With one side in command.
That side keeps commanding
For as long as it can.
But keep your eye on the other side;
It may be able to turn the tide.
So things build up to a turning point,
When a big change happens fast--
'Til an earthquake quakes, a pinata breaks,
Or your day has come, at last.