Long Days Flight (`til Tomorrow) - The Electric Prunes

People run in circles around each other’s minds

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

Tryin' hard not to speak unless they’re spoken to

On their Long Days Flight till tomorrow

Smoke filled rooms with prophets all waiting for

Their day.

They philosophise and close their eyes

Drift to deep and dark illuminations on their

Long Days Flight till tomorrow

Sometimes I find these people coming out of light

They have found themselves underground

They have found everything going down, sir

Each one asks the other why so many lose their way

You think they’ve found some solid ground while all

Around them you know that time is moving, on their

Long Days Flight till tomorrow