EVERYBODY KNOWS TOMORROW

there's some new things to say
but some old things stand in our way
change seems distant and slight
until that day dawns
tiny hammers on bronze
make the words that seem right
like wildflowers climbing up a trellis of light

everybody knows about tomorrow
we set the course of the planets each day
everybody knows but we don't know what to say

now we're caught in a trance
of high romance and the voltage of plants
will the things we're seeing
bring us any closer to some new way of being

everybody knows about tomorrow
we set the course of the planets each day
in the spirals of the spring
everybody knows
we never say a thing

everybody know tomorrow
it's all that's left, but it's not here yet
the guideposts in the skies
are geysers for your eyes
and on the things we despise
the highest of the wildest flowers rise:
this is something everybody knows
tomorrow