Tomorrow

So what did you want, dear?
Something more common-place
To sweep up under the rug, dear
Like the look on your face?

Wake up, wake up wherever you are
Olly olly in come free

Were you grasping at straws, dear
When the tide swept away?
Always dragging that anchor
Iron-cold as your pride

A fist that squeezes your heart, dear
And no one on your side
And no one on your side

Heard you were struck by lightning
That you put it where the vein on your hat
That you fell empty down, dear
And lay breathing on your bed
And lay breathing on your bed

Tomorrow, tomorrow

The savior answers your prayers, dear
His blood fills your stained-glass hand
Your grain of sand isn't heaven
It's just your last stand
It's just your last stand

You say this isn't for you, dear
And you give your glasses away
You're controlled by the things that bore you
And tomorrow you'll slip away
And tomorrow you'll slip away

Tomorrow, tomorrow
Tomorrow, tomorrow

Thank you