Long Days Flight ('til Tomorrow)

People run in circles around each other's minds

Aw they're playin games and they're callin' names

They're tryin' hard not to speak unless they're spoken to
On their Long Day's Flight till tomorrow
On their Long Day's Flight till tomorrow
Smoke filled rooms with prophets, all they're waiting for their day

And they philosophise and close their eyes
Drift to deep and dark illumination
On their Long Day's Flight till tomorrow
On their Long Day's Flight till tomorrow

Sometimes I find these people coming in and out of light
Oh they have found themselves underground
They have found everything going down, sir

Each one asks the other why so many lose their way
Oh they have found some solid ground
While all around them you know that time is moving
On their Long Day's Flight till tomorrow
On their Long Day's Flight till tomorrow