A Look at Tomorrow

I look out my window to a blinding bright light

Enola passes, passes by

Tomorrow, tomorrow

A look at tomorrow

Hysterical men, women and children

Run in search of their families

Tomorrow, tomorrow

A look at tomorrow

I look out of my window to a blinding bring light

Enola passes passes by

Tomorrow, tomorrow

A look at tomorrow

Skin is shed like that of snakes

But it’s not the work of mother nature

Tomorrow, tomorrow

A look at tomorrow