You tell me tomorrow may be coming Sometimes I wonder if it hasn't already been But like the firebreathing rebel I'm not sure what I mean All I know is you're not me and that you'll never be
He tells me the future is not to be believed in "Don't waste your wishes on what hasn't already been" But like the strong arm policeman He's not sure what he means All he knows is he can't see what he will come to be
He says if we burn up the roof from above us We surely will see the light and maybe more But like the burnt out hooker We'll only see down to the floor All we know is that we're here until we are set free