Tomorrow has his hands held behind his back,
I don’t know what he’s holding.
Tomorrow likes to make vows to everyone,
But Who’s he loyal to anyway?
Tomorrow is a mystery,
Unless it’s his day of the week.
And can we talk about how Tomorrow never comes,
Especially when he’s the main event.
Tomorrow is beautiful because I see a you and me in it.
And Tomorrow is rewarding when I’m caught up in the present.
Tomorrow is a promise and a promise giver,
and that’s paradoxical to me.