Shapes of things before my eyes Send me to this place Will time make men more wise? Here, yeah, within my lonely frame My eyes just hurt my brain Will time make men more sane? (Come tomorrow) Will I be older? (Come tomorrow) Maybe a soldier (Come tomorrow) May I be bolder than today Fall into your passing hands Please don't destroy these lands Don't make them desert sands (Come tomorrow) Will I be older? (Come tomorrow) Maybe a soldier (Come tomorrow) May I be bolder than today Shapes of things before my eyes Send me to this place Will time make men more wise That's the shapes of things, yeah