On your palm an endless wonder   Lines that speak the truth without a sound   In your eyes awaits the tireless hunger   Already looks for prey to run down      So why do we keep up this charade   How do we tell apart the time to leave from the time to wait      What does tomorrow want with me   What does it matter what I see   If it can't be my design   Tell me where do we draw the line      The dance of flames and shadows in the street   Make poetry nobody's ever heard   The weight of loneliness stands on your feet   The cage already there around the bird      So why don't we join the masquerade   Before it all falls apart before our love becomes insatiate      What does tomorrow want with me   What does it matter what I see   If I can't choose my own design   Tell me where do we draw the line      Where's the cooling wind   Where's the evergreen field   Where's my mother's open arms   Where's my father lionheart   S'like the sun's gone down   Sleeps in the hallowed ground now   With the autumn's browns leaves   With the one who never grieves      What does tomorrow want with me   What does it matter what I see   If we all walk behind the blind   Tell me where do we draw the line      Whatever tomorrow wants from me   At least I'm here, at least I'm free   Free to choose to see the signs   This is my line