Winkin', whistlin', roundin' the bend,
here comes tomorrow, and lookin' like a friend
blue skied stranger, sun in your hand,
please let it fly and shine across the land.
Let's kick a pebble, move a mountain, find a sweeter plum,
and sing a few new songs on the way
it all may take a little gettin' used to by some
folks find it hard lettin' go of yesterday
backyards, schoolyards -- where do they end?
You're goin' somewhere, let me tag along
oh, i'm not afraid, because i know that
tomorrow is my friend
lead on, my friend