Phillips
In the days of tomorrow
In the time of the pa**ing years
I will look through my window
And my window will see my tears
And the green rocky hillsides
Are the shade of a lonely man
And the blue ever changing
Sea of gold lends a helping hand
In a minute there can be an hour
In a second there can be a day
And a thousand years may pa** us by
And we will be that near, be that near
And the black gray night will fall around
This gla**house that I'm in
And the day will break onto my bed
And I will see again, see again
In a minute there can be an hour
In a second there can be a day
And a thousand years may pa** us by
And we will be that near, be that near
And the black gray night will fall around
This gla**house that I'm in
And the day will break onto my bed
And I will see again
See again, see again
See again, see again
See again