In a borrowed home
On a 3 a.m. street
Someone is screaming
Her face in a bed
But tomorrow we'll wake
And the sun will shake us and say
Hey
A baby was born today
In a house on a hill
In suburbanville
People cry in a circle
Dead man in the middle
But tomorrow we'll wake
And the sun will shake me and say
Hey
A battle ended yesterday
Not a church or a building
With enormous ceilings
Is where we all fall apart
In an apartment
There's much excitement
As two create music
Do you think they'll lose it
Tomorrow they'll wake
And the sun will shake 'em
And say sorry to interrupt
You two . .