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