There was an old man called the king of tomorrow
No one ever told me the place he called home
The clothes that he wore were the best he could borrow
His gospel was simple and love was his throne

A weaver of tales and a friend to the sinner
The words of his wisdom were riches untold
He said in the end you must be a beginner
And treasure in heaven is worth more than gold

You build golden Idols the color of iron
Your time is your money the choice is your own
You shoulder a load that nobody could carry
And cry in yor dreams 'cause you feel so alone

You left your first lover somewhere in the shadows
You stand at the crossroads and look for a sign
Go left or go right or go straight down the middle
You choose your own road and you draw your own line

No one can accuse me of saying I'm perfect
Don't know who I am to be singing this song
Just a tire on a wheel ain't no way to reverse it
We're all gonna end up right where we belong

We cut down the trees and put soap in the water
To clean up the mess that the riverboat made
We take out the oil and complain when the earth quakes
Pray for the sunshine then run for the shade

There was an old man called the king of tomorrow...

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