Tomorrow you will witness no surrender,
you'll see me turning all those ***** tricks again.
I'll coast on through,
kiss the morning dew
and welcome back the energy I once had.

I have waited far too long in transit,
I think I've waited my whole entire life.
But tomorrow I'll be strong,
tomorrow I'll play along
to the red-tape parade of our age.

Tomorrow I will walk the streets with purpose,
you'll see me as I'm passing along the way.
I'll bless this ground
and the welcome sound
of the world still spinning in its place.