This time tomorrow, where will we be?
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across an empty sea
This time tomorrow, what will we know?
Will we still be here watching an in-flight movie show?

I'll leave the sun behind me
And I'll watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
Seven miles below me
I can see the world and it ain't so big at all

This time tomorrow, what will we see?
Field full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets

I don't know where I'm going, I don't want to see
I feel the world below me looking up (looking up), looking up at me

Leave the sun behind me
And watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
I'm in perpetual motion
And the world below doesn't matter much to me

This time tomorrow, where will we be?
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across any empty sea
This time tomorrow, where will we be?
This time tomorrow, what will we see?
This time tomorrow

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Writer(s): Raymond Douglas Davies