Step right up, the clock is leaving! No destination, no returning! Bring every dream you meant to save! Tomorrow called us yesterday! Woke up Sunday afternoon, found a Tuesday in my room. Silver radio blinking red, singing things nobody said. “Pack your memories, travel light, Meet us where the day meets night! There’s a seat with your name displayed! Tomorrow called you Yesterday.” Come along! (Come along!) The hour won’t stay! Round and round and away, away! Tomorrow called Yesterday, and said, “Come along, don’t be afraid!” Round and round the hours go... where they stop, nobody knows. Tomorrow called Yesterday, pack your memories away! The future’s waiting down the line, so climb aboard and lose some time! Lose some time! Lose some time! Mind the gap between the years!!! Leave your worries, bring your ears! Past the moon in paper skies, plastic flowers ten feet high! Laughing clocks with painted hands, pointing toward forgotten lands. Then the music dropped away and a frightened voice began to say: “We built tomorrow bright and new, but somewhere there, we misplaced you.” Hold the line! (Hold the line!) Don’t let it fade! There’s something more it meant to say! Tomorrow called yesterday, said, “Come along, don’t be afraid!” Round and round the hours go... where they stop, nobody knows. Tomorrow called yesterday, pack your memories away! The future’s waiting down the line, so climb aboard and lose some time! Hello from tomorrow… Can you hear us yesterday? Hello from tomorrow… You sound so far away. “Don’t trade your wonder for a perfect plan. Don’t lose the music trying to understand. We have the answers, every single one... but knowing where it ends has spoiled all the fun.” I asked the voice, “Will we be all right?” It laughed like morning dressed in night... “That isn’t ours to give away! You make tomorrow every day.” Round goes the second hand! Backward through the marching band! Wave hello and say goodbye... Yesterday is passing by! Tomorrow called yesterday, said, “Come along, don’t be afraid!” Round and round the hours go... we make the road we’ll never know. Tomorrow called yesterday, not to tell us what awaits! It only asked us not to lose the strange and lovely things we choose. Tomorrow called yesterday! And then the signal slipped away. I never heard what came between “Hold on tight” and... Come along… Come along… Tomorrow’s only yesterday Still learning where it belongs. Next departure? Now.
