Tomorrow is gonna make you cry It's gonna to make you kneel Before it breaks you from inside Still pressing on Arm over arm Still trying to get both feet back onto the ground They are harvesting these fields in autumn. We're different now than when we started I am ready to wake up There in the exodus On the beautiful side of somewhere baby There on the pavement Underneath the yellow moon I think of you And just how easily we bruise The folded address in my pocket i have stuffed Trying to believe for you That the bottom didn't drop I am on the platform Covered with dust I pray they take the both of us I am ready to wake up There in the exodus On the beautiful side of somewhere baby I am ready to come down To see us both somehow On the beautiful side of somewhere someday