Tomorrow Afternoon

Biking down Park Avenue Giving this year a review Brittle leaves are gliding down Don’t underestimate this town I was walking on Westcott Voices of youth at our favorite spot We passed by the music hall Its songs were heard by all On a bench beneath the willows To the lake’s ripples we disclose Between bricks and the creekwalk I wanna tell the world, I’ll talk The first light of the rising sun Our golden age has not yet begun Just know that it will start soon No later than tomorrow afternoon The first light of the rising sun Our golden age has not yet begun Just know that it will start soon No later than tomorrow afternoon Crows drown out the sun Snow falls on everyone Overlooked by the drumlins Home, but not of my origins Land of unpretension The valley of redemption Our hearts all persevere Contagious to all far and near The hum of the Armory Or anywhere in Salt City Northside to the Southside Tree of forty fruit, my heart’s open wide The first light of the rising sun Our golden age has not yet begun Just know that it will start soon No later than tomorrow afternoon The first light of the rising sun Our golden age has not yet begun Just know that it will start soon No later than tomorrow afternoon