You, you never looked so good Sipping life down like I wish I could But these sober tears are all that's left to shed Sandy's soul, now made of bread Face down beneath the rubble lies a man Tales of the future already in the past And of himself, well he hasn't much to say But wake the gods, it's droodlin' day He said, "I left my home where the dead never rose But the streets of gold i've yet to find And at the end of the day all you can do is pray Without hope well you might as well be blind, yeah be blind Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon" Angel, sweet angel of my youth Where have you gone? You flew away too soon The brick I built now builds a higher wall See it crumble, hear me fall There hangs the fool, who once had it all He said, "I left my home where the dead never rose But the streets of gold i've yet to find And at the end of the day all you can do is pray Without hope well you might as well be blind, yeah be blind Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon" And though the road has yet to rise On these hundred years that passed me by And the blood with the river flows Through the crimson field never sung And no never sung He said, "I left my home where the dead never rose But the streets of gold i've yet to find And at the end of the day all you can do is pray Without hope well you might as well be blind, yeah be blind Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon" Ahh well you, you never looked so good