Tekster: The Innocence Mission. Someday Coming.

my someday coming child
I name and I re-name you
I make up memories for you
of melodies and friends
from books I wanted to give you
and horse and buggy sounds outside

but of the someday coming world
I don't know, I don't know
there is so much I would keep you from
if I, if I could

the heroes, selfish fools
they only want their freedom
the hero-maker's greed prevails
and we are all shock numb
and watch the shock increasing
and shame is something old, outgrown

oh, maybe you won't see
my too self-conscious stumblings
my running from the phone
my fears

because I can be very strong
say I can, say I can
there is so much to believe in
there are angel words to teach you
there is hope, my daydream child