Hope Tomorrow

Where we live spring comes early
Trees in bloom when the northern country
Is covered in snow, oh

A windy fitful day in winter
Charging toward the Ides of May
The climate now is cling to splinters
We hold hands while we work and play
And hope tomorrow is a sunny day

Where we live men are women
Women are teenage boys
And everybody wants to look like them
But be like men

A windy fitful day in winter
Charging toward the Ides of May
The climate now is cling to splinters
We hold hands while we work and play
And hope tomorrow is a sunny day

Rubens would have loved you
And painted you that way
With your pen and paper
Paying quiet attention to a lady with a plastic face
So thin, so thin she might blow away

A windy fitful day in winter
Charging toward the Ides of May
The climate now is cling to splinters
We hold hands while we work and play
A windy fitful day in winter
Charging toward the Ides of May
The climate now is cling to splinters
We hold hands while we work and play
And hope tomorrow is a sunny day