Notes to the Future (live) / Tomorrow (live)

Listen, my children, and you shall hear
The sound of your own steps
The sound of your hereafter
Memory awaits and turns to greet you
Draping its banner across your wrists
Wake up arms, delicate feet
For as one to march the streets
Each alone, each part of another
Your steps shall ring, shall raise the cloud
And they that will hear, will hear, will hear
Voice of the one, and the one, and the one
As it has never been uttered before
For something greater yet to come
Than the hour of the prophets in their great cities
For the people of Nineveh fell to their knees
Heeding the cry of Jonah
United, covering themselves in sackcloth and ashes
And called to their God
And all their hearts were as one heart
And all their voices were as one voice
God heard them and his mind was moved
Yet something greater will come to pass
And who will call? And what will they call?
Will they call to God, the air, the foul?
It will not matter if the call is true
They shall call and this is known
One voice, and each another
Shall enter the dead, the living flower
Enter forms that we know not
To be felt by sea, by air, by earth
And shall be an elemental pledge
This is our birthright
This is our charge
And we have given over to others
And they have not done well
And the forests mourn
The leaves fall
Swaddling babes watch in wonder
As the fathers of our spirit nations
Dance in the street in celebration
As the mountains turn pale from their nuclear hand
And they have not done well
Now, my children, you must overturn the tables
Deliver the future from material rule
For only one rule should be considered
The eleventh commandment: to love one another
And this is our covenant
Across your wrist
This offering is yours
To adorn, adore
To bury, to burn
Upon a mound
To hail, to set away
It is merely a cloth
Merely our colors
Invested with the blood of a people
All their hopes and dreams
Our flag
It has its excellence, yet it is nothing
It shall not be a tyranny above us
Nor should God, nor love, nor nature
Yet we hold as our pleasure this tender honor
That we acknowledge the individual
And the common ground formed
And if our cloth be raised and lowered half-mast
What does it tell us?
That an individual has passed
Is saluted and mourned by his countrymen
This ritual extends to us all
For we are all the individual
No unknown, no insignificant one
Nor insignificant labor
Nor insignificant act of charity
Each has a story to be told and retold
Which shall be a glowing thread in the fabric of man
And the children shall march
And bring the colors forward
Investing within them
The redeeming blood of their revolutionary hearts

Happy New Year, everybody!
I'm gonna sing a little song for my mother

The sun'll come out tomorrow
So you gotta hang on 'til tomorrow
There'll be sun

Just thinkin' about tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow
'Til there's none

Whenever a day is gray and lonely
I stick out my chin and grin and say

The sun'll come out tomorrow
So you gotta hang on 'til tomorrow
Come what may

Tomorrow, tomorrow
I love you, tomorrow
You're only a day away
(Come on, you, shoot us all)
Tomorrow, tomorrow
I love ya, tomorrow
You're only a day away