The swimmer wrung his soul out of his last good daysSomething he mistook for a good deedHe drove home, kissed his wife, took his car into the countrysideWatched the sun go down over the redwood treesHe said change will come if you create space for itBut it's too late for me to open upThe strain of getting older makes the choices easierBut I'm not gonna fight before I startAs we are rising up tomorrowWe'll be standing up against our willWe could liveWe could leave it allJust like it is there would beNothing wrong with itThe mayor watched his daughters leave the villageJust like the neighbors watch their children leaveOff to the big citiesNo one cares for pityNow there's seven empty housesAnd there's threeThe politician felt his courage shrinkingEight years left him gray and unfulfilledBut change his dispositionHis house became a prisonNothingMany ideals and energySpilled outAs we are rising upTomorrowWe'll be standing up againstOur willWe could leave it all, just like it is there would beNothing wrong with thisAnd it might be the end of an unfinished mystery novelWe don't get to see who is behind it allIt might be the start of something unprecedentedA new order, a new orderWe are rising up, tomorrowWell, standing up against our willWe could leave it all, just like it is there would beNothing wrong with thisBecause we are rising upTomorrowWell, we're standing up against our willWe could leave it all, just like it is there would beNothing wrong with thisNothing wrong with thisNothing wrong with this