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 just 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 'cos it’s wet with sorrow
From the tears we’ll shed tomorrow
Don’t bring flowers, take a stance
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…