Beyond TomorrowI'm looking beyond tomorrow, there is nothing here, now, for me When you try to respond, your sorrow surely overwhelms what you see Wrapping your feelings up in a shroud Wrapping your feelings up in a shroud No, I can't take so much despair, flung about so casually Vain tongues tauntingly touch the air, I wonder if, at last, you'll see My love for you is like a cloud My love for you is like a cloud Sometimes you see me, and you curse the rain You wish you could be free, yet you curse the pain You wish you could start to get to the calm Don't you know? Your heart is your healing balm I'm getting tired of the headlines, you know? They're such a mental cage I'm getting tired of the deadlines, the scramble for the latest rage 'Cause it's still the same old social whirl 'Cause it's still the same old social whirl I'd rather be glad and tuneful, than wear a laurel victor's wreath Or, be force-fed by the spoonful. Just watch when winner's bare their teeth No, don't you gnash yours when you see lips curl No, don't you gnash yours when you see lips curl Sometimes you see me, and you curse the rain You wish you could be free, yet you curse the pain You wish you could start to get to the calm Don't you know? Your heart is your healing balm There is no bridge over the river, the widest one of all up ahead There are no arrows in the quiver, of the dark hunter, who rules the dead They who stir to the wordless wailing, the war-maimed children make at the Wall Are surely building a boat worth sailing. Hark...you CAN hear them, answer the CALL If the best of your spirits sink, from all the endless craving Grasping for you and you still think that your own life is worth saving 'Cause you still don't want to be a slave No, you just don't want to be a slave There's a land beyond the river, over the hills and past the strife It's become time to deliver this news of yet another life That's known only to the truly brave It's known only to the truly brave Sometimes you see me, and you curse the rain You wish you could be free, yet you curse the pain You wish you could start to get to the calm Don't you know? Your heart is your healing balm Don't you know? Don't you know? Don't you know? Your heart is your healing balm |