Our rocket ships are crumbling They stand at the end of the garden Stranded in self reproach It was safer to stay at home And I find I always say That I'll wait until tomorrow Pin my hopes up by the back door 'Till the day after tomorrow ♪ Our paper planes fell in the stream We always lived in the future Built our hopes on telephones and cars But somehow never went further And I find I always say That I'll wait until tomorrow Pin my hopes up by the back door 'Till the day after tomorrow My sheets are drying in the wind They make the white flags of surrender I have decided to stay home And look for happiness in routines And I find I always say That I'll until tomorrow Pin my hopes up by the back door 'Till the day after tomrrow