I live for today, ‘Tomorrow never comes’, Yet I hum away, To the beat of the drums.
The drums are a sign, A sign of tomorrow, So I stand in line, For a glimpse I can borrow.
The dreams are my own, In them I make tomorrow, I leave unturned no stone, And face abreast the sorrow.
But dreams are dreams are dreams, In a flash they are gone, But one day, it seems, Will come a new dawn.