Texty: Dexter Freebish. Life Of Saturdays. Tomorrow.

To all that came before me
To all that left their mark
To all that tried and failed so
To all that now are gone
I see myself in your words
I see you in my smile
Your wisdom's like a lighthouse
That guides me when I'm lost

I find myself
At these crossroads, broken dreams
And I don't know
What tomorrow might bring

I'm like a ball of clay
That you molded with your hands
Raised me without shadows
And baptized me in the light
To those who came before me
I know I'll see you soon
And like a distant star in the night
I'm reaching out for you

I find myself
At these crossroads, broken dreams
And I don't know
What tomorrow might bring

I find myself
At these crossroads, broken dreams
And I'll never know
What tomorrow might bring

What tomorrow brings...