A Look at Tomorrow

I look out my window to a blinding bright light Enola passes, passes by Tomorrow, tomorrow A look at tomorrow Hysterical men, women and children Run in search of their families Tomorrow, tomorrow A look at tomorrow I look out of my window to a blinding bring light Enola passes passes by Tomorrow, tomorrow A look at tomorrow Skin is shed like that of snakes But it's not the work of mother nature Tomorrow, tomorrow A look at tomorrow