Shapes of things before my eyes
Teach me to despise
Will time make men more wise?
Here within my lonely frame
My eyes just hurt my brain
Will it seem the same?

Come tomorrow, will I be older?
Come tomorrow, will I be a soldier?
Come tomorrow, will I be bolder than, than today?

[Guitar solo]

Now the trees are almost green
Will they still be seen?

When time and tide have been
Fall, fall into your passing hands
Please don't destroy those lands
Make them desert sands

All right