The swimmer rung his soul
Out of his last good days
Something he mistook for a good deed
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 the 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 stop
We are rising up tomorrow
We'll be standing up against our will
If we could leave it all just like it is
There would be nothing wrong with this
The mayor watched his daughter
Leave the village
Just like the neighbors
Watched their children leave
Off to the big cities
No one cares for pity
But now there's seven empty houses
In their street
The politician felt his courage shrinking
Eight years left him gray and unfulfilled
With change his disposition
His house became a prison
Of the many ideals
And energy spilled
We are rising up tomorrow
We'll be standing up against our will
If we could leave it all just like it is
There would be nothing wrong with this
And it might be in the end of
An unfinished mistery novel
Where 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
We'll be standing up against our will
If we could leave it all just like it is
There would be nothing wrong with this
Because
We are rising up tomorrow
We'll be standing up against our will
If we could leave it all just like it is
There would be nothing wrong with this