If I make a mark in time,
I can't say the mark is mine.
I'm only the underline
Of the word.
Yes, I'm like him, just like you,
I can't tell you what to do.
Like everybody else I'm searching through
What I've heard.

Whoa, where do you go
When you don't want no one to know?
Who told tomorrow Tuesday's dead?

Oh preacher won't you paint my dream,
Won't you show me where you've been?
Show me what I haven't seen
To ease my mind.
Cause I will learn to understand,
If I have a helping hand.
I wouldn't make another demand
All my life.

Whoa, where do you go
When you don't want no one to know?
Who told tomorrow Tuesday's dead?

What's my s__, what's my name,
All in all it's all the same.
Everybody plays a different game,
That is all.
Now, man may live, man may die,
Searching for the question why.
But if he tries to rule the sky
He must fall.

Whoa, where do you go
When you don't want no one to know?
Who told tomorrow Tuesday's dead?

Now every second on the nose,
The humdrum of the city grows.
Reaching out beyond the throes
Of our time.
We must try to shake it down.
Do our best to break the ground.
Try to turn the world around
One more time.
Yeah, we must try to shake it down.
Do our best to break the ground.
Try to turn the world around
One more time.

Whoa, where do you go
When you don't want no one to know?
Who told tomorrow Tuesday's dead?

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