Requiem For An Angel

Wait for tomorrow, it'll be better than today;
Wait for tomorrow, child, and let it be the words that I say;
Well the sun's gonna shine, ain't gonna change my mind, no way!
When that new day comes, I know I won't be seeing no grey.
Well everybody's trying to make me change my mind;
My friend's tell me I'm just wasting my time;
Well I don't care cause I'm living blind or crazy.
I wouldn't lose my mind, but all I can find is trouble;
Well, though the going gets rough, I just slide on by on the double;
And though that highway calls, I fly through the sky like a bubble;
Ah, when the new day comes I'll be feeling fine and traveling alone!
Well everybody's trying to make me change my mind;
My friend's tell me I'm just wasting my time;
Well I don't care cause I'm living blind or crazy.
1979 Fishobaby Productions