People run in circles around each other's minds Aw they're playin games and they're callin' names They're tryin' hard not to speak unless they're spoken to On their Long Day's Flight till tomorrow On their Long Day's Flight till tomorrow Smoke filled rooms with prophets, all they're waiting for their day And they philosophise and close their eyes Drift to deep and dark illumination On their Long Day's Flight till tomorrow On their Long Day's Flight till tomorrow Sometimes I find these people coming in and out of light Oh they have found themselves underground They have found everything going down, sir Each one asks the other why so many lose their way Oh they have found some solid ground While all around them you know that time is moving On their Long Day's Flight till tomorrow On their Long Day's Flight till tomorrow