Thoughtlessly and peacefully we sleep by the telly
A satellite has led us through Columbia and Bahrein
And Al Pacino has driven us back in time

Stupidly but consciously we gave up greeting one another
And at those yuppie parties I only ask you for a lighter
And all that we can do is turn our back ‘round

So Maybe tomorrow we’ll meet again
Outside the music store
Maybe next month we’ll be watchin a movie
On channel 44
Or maybe we will slowly fade away
And meet never more

Sleeplessly and peacefully I’m awake by the telly
The satellite’s explaining me the breeding of pangolins
And all I can think of is the cold due to the conditioner

So maybe tomorrow we’ll meet again
Outside the pharmacy
Maybe next month we’ll be watchin football
On channel 203
Or maybe we will slowly fade away
And turn off the tv

Maybe tomorrow…