The swimmer wrung his soul out of his last good days
Something he mistook for a good deed
He drove home, kissed his wife, took his car into the countryside
Watched the sun go down over the redwood trees
He said change will come if you create space for it
But it's too late for me to open up
The strain of getting older makes the choices easier
But I'm not gonna fight before I start
As we are rising up tomorrow
We'll be standing up against our will
We could live

We could leave it all
Just like it is there would be
Nothing wrong with it
The mayor watched his daughters leave the village
Just like the neighbors watch their children leave
Off to the big cities
No one cares for pity
Now there's seven empty houses
And there's three
The politician felt his courage shrinking
Eight years left him gray and unfulfilled
But change his disposition
His house became a prison
Nothing
Many ideals and energy
Spilled out
As we are rising up
Tomorrow
We'll be standing up against
Our will
We could leave it all, just like it is there would be
Nothing wrong with this
And it might be the end of an unfinished mystery novel
We don't get to see who is behind it all
It might be the start of something unprecedented
A new order, a new order
We are rising up, tomorrow
Well, standing up against our will
We could leave it all, just like it is there would be
Nothing wrong with this
Because we are rising up
Tomorrow
Well, we're standing up against our will
We could leave it all, just like it is there would be
Nothing wrong with this
Nothing wrong with this
Nothing wrong with this