I'm still in love with this song. It's sort of an existential anthem about the value of what the Buddhists disdainfully call “attachments.”

Holding on to Tomorrow

There must be a thousand reasons why I shouldn't go

I think the sun's coming out, might be a rainbow

Haven't seen the Northern lights or kissed an Eskimo

Well, I guess there's always tomorrow

I'm holding on to tomorrow

(chorus)

And in the morning, I'll be making my list

Places to see, and people to know

If come the evening there's a few things that I missed, well

They'll have to wait till tomorrow

I'm not ready for leaving

I'm holding on to tomorrow

I'll admit I sometimes wonder where the journey leads

Then I get busy cutting wood, or pulling weeds

I'm not just picking flowers, though, I'm saving up the seeds,

Saving up for tomorrow

I'm holding on to tomorrow

(chorus)

When I lay me down to sleep

There's a little leap of faith,

Katydids and crickets keep me

Tethered in space

Keep me tied to this place

I can't wait to see the flowers blooming in the spring

I want to hear the trees laugh, growing those new rings

I need to see the great blue heron stretching out his wings

Yeah, I'm counting on tomorrow

Holding on to tomorrow

(chorus)

I'm not ready to go

I'm holding on to tomorrow