i'd been up all night in the pouring rain
just praying to be set free
'cause i'd spent most of my life in a hurricane
with no place and no reason to be
but the sun came up like it always does
only this time it wasn't alone
'cause there on a silver horse sat a stranger
and he claimed he had a message from home
and he said:

"you make it way too hard
you take it way too seriously"
he said, "the end is near
but it's today that's here
you just live
and with a little bit of luck
you'll be one day older tomorrow"

well i rushed downtown in a fever
found a gypsy just to tell her what i'd seen
i said, "i never gave a two-bit damn about the future till today
but now i've got to know what all of this means"
she said, "you know son, the world's full of secrets
and everybody's got their personal dream"
and as i stood to leave, that gypsy grabbed my sleeve
and said, "but i'll tell you something personally"
then she said:

"you make it way too hard
you take it way too seriously"
she said, "it could be right
could be the end's in sight
you just live
and with a little bit of luck
you'll be one day older tomorrow"

now the world ain't seen that many changes (except in harrisburg)
and it could be the big one's at hand
so it still ain't easy to sleep at night
but at least i've got some times that i can
'cause while my well-meant friends (all the architects)
they're going crazy trying to build something new
you know it's seemed to me there ain't a thing that can be done
so maybe nothing's just the thing they should do
you know i tell them:

"you make it way too hard
you take it way too seriously
could be true
there ain't a thing to do
you just live
and with a little bit of luck
you'll be one day older tomorrow"