No one came back to tell us what it's like
When they pass and they float down the stream
So we sit out and plot how to reach god’s gold gates
Not knowing the real from the dream
It ain't that the mountains are so damn high
It's the valleys that reach such great depths
That (they) make us fret our life yet to come
And striving between here and death
No one ever told me
No one ever told me, oh yeah
I’ve seen flower children in pain on the concrete
I've seen businessmen with no heart
I've seen noble peasants slave to the/their labor
Their whole lives shit gets ripped apart
And the sky is all grey, and the landscape is grey, and our skin is all gray and decaying
I get sore from the feeding, and wandering the land
And I wonder for what I am waiting?
No one ever told me
No one ever told me, oh yeah
Mmm yeah
Mmm yeah
Do not worry, about tomorrow
Tomorrow take care of itself
Enough of the days, it's trouble
Tomorrow take care of itself
Do not worry, about tomorrow
Tomorrow take care of itself, yeah yeah
Enough of the days, it's trouble
Tomorrow take care of itself