Tomorrow is gonna make you cry

It's gonna to make you kneel

Before it breaks you from inside

Still pressing on

Arm over arm

Still trying to get both feet back onto the ground

They are harvesting these fields in autumn.

We're different now than when we started

I am ready to wake up

There in the exodus

On the beautiful side of somewhere baby

There on the pavement

Underneath the yellow moon

I think of you

And just how easily we bruise

The folded address in my pocket i have stuffed

Trying to believe for you

That the bottom didn't drop

I am on the platform

Covered with dust

I pray they take the both of us

I am ready to wake up

There in the exodus

On the beautiful side of somewhere baby

I am ready to come down

To see us both somehow

On the beautiful side of somewhere someday