Sing to me, oh, Song of Tomorrow Tell me the stories you once told Of disasters foreshadowed foreclosed before their chit came due.

Oh sing to me, you, Song of Tomorrow Will you grow tall Crookedly yearning towards the lights That see you and beat you

Oh sing to me, you Tell me, is it tomorrow?

It was my mistakes that drove you from this plane Come back to me Before tomorrow comes And there are no more todays.

Grow tall Expand your insides till you burst forth A mirror of the older, reaching ever taller.

Oh, you, Song of Tomorrow, Get out of here. Today is enough Today is all we can manage Today is all we can need.