Tomorrow Is In The Wings Waiting For

I Don’t Believe In Categories Of Any Kind, And When You Speak Of Problems Between Blacks And Whites In The U.s.a. You Are Referring To Categories Again.

You've Got To Find A Way Of Saying It Without Saying It.

Music Is My Mistress And She Plays Second Fiddle To No One.

Everyone Prays In Their Own Language, And There Is No Language That God Does Not Understand.

Hurry, Get On Board, It's Comin', Listen To Those Rails A-thrumming All Aboard. Get On The "a" Train, Soon You Will Be On Sugar Hill In Harlem.