Tomorrow, o tomorrow
when shall we ever have you?
in the moment we wait for you
in the future, nowhere to be found
‘cos you’ve crept back to the past
only to be forgotten.

Tomorrow, o tomorrow
the sons of men await you.

Tomorrow, o tomorrow
hurry on we have plans for you
they can be done today
but the wave of your magic wand
has a stronger appeal
to those who ignore the now.

Tomorrow, o tomorrow
the sons of men await you.

Tomorrow, o tomorrow
we see how you dangle before us
like a worm on a hook
and we whine and pine
seeking to get a grip on you
but we catch never.

Tomorrow, o tomorrow
shall you ever be?