Paul Weller Follow

High tide, mid afternoon
People fly by in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you're blowing
Getting to where you should be going

Don't let them get you down
Making you feel guilty about
Golden rain, will bring you riches
All the good things, you deserve now

Climbing forever trying
Find your way out, of the wildwild wood
Now there's no justice
There's only yourself, that you can trust in

And I say, "High tide, mid afternoon"
Oh, people fly by, in the traffics boom
Oh, knowing, just where you're blowing
Getting to where you should be going

Day by day your world fades away
Waiting to feel, all the dreams that say
Golden rain will bring you riches
All the good things, you deserve now

And I say, "Climbing forever trying"
You're gonna find your way out
Of the wild wild wood
Say that, you're gonna find your way out
Of the wild wild wood, of the wild wild wood