Texty: Dexter Freebish. A 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 this crossroad, 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 that 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 this crossroad, broken dreams
And I don't know what tomorrow might bring

I find myself at this crossroad, broken dreams
And I'll never know what tomorrow might bring

What tomorrow brings
What tomorrow brings
What tomorrow brings
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