sky takes the soul

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

it could be tomorrow. feel the towel it's wet with sorrow

from the tears we'll shed tomorrow

don't bring flowers

take a chance

on some graves you should dance

it could be tomorrow. if 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. it could be tomorrow.