tomorrow

I love to speak with Leonard
He's a sportsman and a shepherd
He's a lazy bastard
Living in a suitBut he does say what I tell him
Even though it isn't welcome
He just doesn't have the freedom
To refuseHe will speak these words of wisdom
Like a sage, a man of vision
Though he knows he's really nothing
But the brief elaboration of a tuneGoing home
Without my sorrow
Going home
Sometime tomorrow
Going home
To where it's better
Than beforeGoing home
Without my burden
Going home
Behind the curtain
Going home
Without the costume
That I woreHe wants to write a love song
An anthem of forgiving
A manual for living with defeatA cry above the suffering
A sacrifice recovering
But that isn't what I need him to completeI want to make him certain
That he doesn't have a burden
That he doesn't need a visionThat he only has permission
To do my instant bidding
Which is to say what I have told him
To repeatGoing home
Without my sorrow
Going home
Sometime tomorrow
Going home
To where it's better
Than beforeGoing home
Without my burden
Going home
Behind the curtain
Going home
Without this costume
That I woreI love to speak with Leonard
He's a sportsman and a shepherd
He's a lazy bastard
Living in a suit