A Look at Tomorrow

I look out my window to a blinding bright light
Enola passes, passes by

Tomorrow tomorrow
A look at tomorrow

Hysterical men, women, and children
Run in search of their families

Tomorrow tomorrow
A look at tomorrow

I look out of my window to a blinding bright light
Enola passes, passes by

Tomorrow tomorrow
A look at tomorrow

Skin is shed like that of snakes
But it's not the work of mother nature

Tomorrow tomorrow
A look at tomorrow