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