A one-way street, she's walking to the end of the line,
And there she meets the faces she keeps in her heart and mind.
They say 'good bye'...Tomorrow, Wendy, you're going to die.
Underneath the chilly gray November sky
We can make believe that Kennedy is still alive and
We're shooting for the moon and smiling Jackie's driving by
They say 'good try'...Tomorrow, Wendy is going to die.
I told the priest, don't count on any second coming,
God got his ass kicked the first time he came down here slumming.
He had the balls to come, the gall to die and then forgive us.
No, I don't wonder why, I wonder what he thought it would get us.
Hey, hey, good bye, Tomorrow Wendy is going to die.
Only God says jump, So I set the time,
'Cause if he ever saw her, it was through these eyes of mine,
And if he ever suffered it was me who did his crying.
Hey hey, good bye, Tomorrow Wendy is going to die...