Waiting for Tomorrow - Hawkwind

Moon streaming through the trees

I wonder what this means

Clouds forming into swords

Shining like I’ve never seen

Waiting for tomorrow

Hiding from tomorrow

Waiting for tomorrow

Hide from all our sorrows

Words written in the sky

Tell me, could this be a dream?

Silently, pilots are circling

Waiting for the unforseen

Red alert goes through the world

The heavens are opening

Run to the shelter nearest you

Our planet’s running out of steam

Waiting for tomorrow

Hiding from tomorrow

Waiting for tomorrow

Hide from all our sorrows

Moon turning red, trees are dead

I wonder what this means

Clouds have changed to sheets of mist

Like I’ve never seen

Waiting for tomorrow

Hiding from tomorrow

Waiting for tomorrow

Hide from all our sorrows

Stars are fading from the sky

Tell me, could this be a dream?

Silently, pilots land

Waiting for the unforseen

Waiting for the unforseen

Waiting for the unforseen…