text: Look up little brother
  Can you see the clover
  No not over there
  A little bit left and over there
  Now look and see the lilac tree
  The lily pond, the skylarks song
  The open air but no one cares
  If branches live and die out there
  Remember when you were nine
  And I was ten
  We would run into the wood
  No we never will again
  And Lady, whats tomorrow
  Whats tomorrow anyway
  If its not the same as now
  Its the same as yesterday
  Yes Lady, whats tomorrow
  Will it be the same as now
  Will the farmer push the pen
  Will the writer pull the plough
  Look up little brother
  Can you see the clover
  Oh sorry but its over
  Now theres concrete and no clover
  Remember when you were nine
  And I was ten
  We would run into the wood
  No we never will, we never will again
  And Lady, whats tomorrow
  Whats tomorrow anyway
  If its not the same as now
  Its the same as yesterday
  Yes Lady, whats tomorrow
  Will it be the same as now
  Will the farmer push the pen
  Will the writer pull the plough
  Oh Lady, whats tomorrow