Who is this worn out sad old man Staring at me from the mirror? In anger he speaks to me In whispers, then through sighs "All those years they got the best of me" Tomorrow will all be different A chance to make things right Tomorrow we'll pay our dues The dawn of new born lies One day I will testify And all the world will know Because hopes and dreams are made of this And one day it will show Before I die I'll do the things once spoken of Yet the promises of yesterdays Keep piling up from below Next year will be different I can feel it drawing near A Belief in all that brought us here A Belief that things will change Our future is brought forth by the trembling hands and the words remain the same