The Electric Prunes - Long Day's Flight ('til Tomorrow) lyrics

Long Days Flight (Weakley/Yorty) 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