A song about being tired of waiting for tomorrow to come.
punk political social roc
Lyrics
Each grain of sand is a measure of a man who holds a master plan to change the world.
Seconds last an age, a time retarding cage pent up with marks of rage waiting to grow old.
Stuck in this frame I have no place to aim everything just seems the same oh why can’t it be tomorrow?
In the doldrums of my dreams I imagine a time machine wiping this slate clean of sin and sorrow.
At the seams I’m torn my body spent and worn it’s the future that I yearn yet it’s all going by so quickly.
What do I truly need? On what will my brain feed? Will it be done with speed? Questions quite tricky.
Anxious to move along, do away with what is wrong, but it does not last for long, heading back to Go.
And so I step aside with an unrelenting sigh as the seconds pass me by. Where I’m headed, I don’t know.