I'd rather be on my hills
Than stand the gravity of ground
Why does everything have to be so heavy?
I'll just say what I must
Do what I must
And maybe tomorrow I would tell you
Something important
Maybe tomorrow I would be less of an ignorant
Maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way

And I'd walk
Flat and simple
Without looking for highlights
In every movement
My smile would be so casual
Like every day
Maybe tomorrow
I'll find my way

Maybe tomorrow
There would be no more maybe
I'll walk in a straight line
Clear and happy
My breathing would be systematic
And it won't be so hectic
Then I'd lie down
Feeling I've made it

Maybe later on
I'll find my way
Like a new perfume
A fresh breath of air
Maybe tomorrow
The black spots on my soul
Would fly themselves out
And I will soar