Dabs of light in the car
Please make tomorrow alright
You're not done
Yet it's courtesy to follow (alright ?)
Arriving one step per hour ‘til tomorrow
It's your call
Is it almost vain to say ?
When I'm home
It makes no mind if it's real
Layer on many boundaries of prediction
Arriving one step per second ‘til tomorrow
It's your call
Is it almost vain to say ?
It's you call, were we
Ever good at listening ?
We'll be facing an awful thing tomorrow