Wings of Tomorrow

The night is stitched together By things we cannot see Constellations sewn High above the trees The poet in the looking glass Preachers in the street Beggars on the corner Trying to make ends meet The dawn is a black river In an oil canvas sky And the light of the moon Is just a memory of the night On the wings of tomorrow Our hearts are taking flight Oh, what a sight The night is held together By patterns in the sky Years and years away We keep reaching for the light The painter in the lonely room The singer on the stage The fire in the belly Of the bird locked in her cage These days are lost treasures We try to get them back While the light of the moon Is just a memory of the night On the wings of tomorrow Our hearts are taking flight Oh, what a sight