leap before you look!

fifty years from now, when the government controls our minds, will i still dream about home under the vanilla skies, well, i could call up an architect, and she could construct for me, i bet, a novel scheme as i close my eyes at night, i can see the aeroport past the trees in my backyard, and we can watch all the aeroplanes take off from my street after dark, we'll wonder about the places they'll go, away from the clouds and frozen snow, but wherever they land, they'll already know, there's trouble in my city, and every tennessee town, is wondering, my darling - if you will ever come around, and if you are uncertain of what your future will hold, well, i know so well, without a doubt - jesus knows,