It could be tomorrow, or it could be today

When the sky takes the soul

The earth takes the clay

I sometimes wonder why I pray

When my spirit drives away

With a faith and a bit of luck

And a half-tonne bomb in the back of a truck



Feel the towel it's wet with sorrow

From the tears we'll shed tomorrow

Don't bring flowers, take a chance

On some graves you should dance

It its tomorrow, or if its today

I don't say it will be, I just say it may

When I'm on my knees

To the gates I'll stumble

And plead my case

In a style thats humble.