walkin side by side, we scale the mountains high
throw fingers up for weather, for you i'll collect feathers
may tomorrow be this good
the wolves howl through the night and though they're out of sight
i move close to your side
there's no one but each other, i wouldn't want no other
may tomorrow be this good
the blisters on our feet are fading bittersweet
and i look up at you, i see the future through
and i see that
tomorrow will be so good, too
tomorrow will be so good