The cynic sits and waits
As the quiet day goes by
He dreams about his girlfriend
Who lives beyond the sky
He thinks he'd like to tell his friends
But he's told too many lies
And he can't see where he's going
So he sits at home and cries
Tomorrow, that is where he wants to be
Tomorrow, where he thinks he will be free
While his friends are in their places
On the dark side of the moon
He stays at home and sits alone inside his empty room
The cynic sits and waits
As another day slips by
Be here
Be here
