A Place Called Tomorrow

There's a place called tomorrow that keeps me all starry eyed

A place where if I stare long enough I'm brought to the sunny side

But my eyes seldom burn and my feet begin tapping

Where the world is on a silver platter with any cuisine for the trapping

Dissecting and digesting the delicatessen of a dozen places

Being able to sit idly and admire a dozen faces

Without so much a care in the world and all will come true

In that place called tomorrow that is seen by too few

There's a placed called tomorrow that makes me scared as hell

Where children scream and people kill, where all of the broken angels fell

In the midst of propaganda and new world orders

Where people are crucified and demonized for crossing the borders

In the blank slates they fill in evil tarnishment

That terrible men took great care to invent

By the time I even open my eyes I feel the warm red on my face

And if only it were the case I'd escape from that place

There's a place called tomorrow that was a lot like today

And I got through that, and I came out pretty okay.