Today I'm building this life on this losing ground Today I'm claiming how cool and simple existence is Today this may be the only safety rope That prevents my falling down Falling into the apathy This shit that makes me wanna hate the whole world. Will ink and bounds keep my life from falling apart? But tomorrow anything can put an end to all this But tomorrow how do I know that we'll all be in touch But tomorrow it may be over How can I know my hippie ideal we still stand Aren't they bound to a bright future? What will remain?