two ends of time are neatly tied
There she meets the faces
she keeps in her heart and mind
Tomorrow Wendy is going to die
that Kennedy is still alive
We're shooting for the moon
Tomorrow, Wendy is go ing to
Tomorrow, when he is going to die
it was through these eyes of mine
And if he really suffered,
it was me who did his cryin'
Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die
don't plan on any second coming
the first time he came down here slumming
He had the balls to come,
the gall to die and then forgive us
I wonder what he thought he'd get us
Tomorrow Wendy is going to
it was through these eyes of mine
And if he really suffered,
it was me who did his crying
Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die.