Shapes of things before my eyes
Just help me to despise
Will time make men more wise?
Here within my broken frame
My eyes just heard my brain
But will it seem the same?
(Come Tomorrow) Will I be older?
(Come Tomorrow) May be a soldier
(Come Tomorrow) May I be older than today?
Now the trees are almost green
But will they still be seen?
When time and tide have been
Fall into your passing hands
Please don't destroy these lands
Don't make them desert sands
Chorus, Lead
Soon I hope that I will find
Thoughts deep within my mind
That won't displace my kind