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 she'd tomorrow Don't bring flowers, take a chance On some graves you should dance It it's tomorrow, or if it's 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 that's humble.