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 . .