Tomorrow is too late.
I heard you wrestled with your heart again,
we’re dressing ourselves with armor tomorrow,
long-lost shieldless friend.
I heard your mind has gone astray again,
we’re placing the wheels back on their tracks tomorrow,
long-lost wayward friend.
I heard crickets on the sidelines again,
we’re listening to them speak in tongues tomorrow,
long-lost forgotten friend.
I heard you gathered gold on the streets again,
we’re melting it down for gifts tomorrow,
long-lost homeless friend.
I heard you caved and soaked in despair again,
we’re breaking all the bottles tomorrow,
long lost drunken friend.
I heard there were freedom blades running down your wrists again,
we’re dulling the edges tomorrow,
long-lost troubled friend.
I heard the sirens sound in the sea below again,
we’re shutting down the light houses tomorrow,
long-lost sea-bound friend.