Could it be the seasons changin
The winds of winter rearranging
All the leaves like fallin queens of sorrow
Could be the freezing rain a-fallin
Could be sad september callin
Or maybe its knowin shell be gone
Come tomorrow
Well, its strange how many tortured mornings
Fell upon us with no warning
Lookin for a smile to beg and borrow
Its over now, there is no returning
A thousand bridges sadly burning
And light the way I have to walk alone
Come tomorrow
I guess that no amount of lying
To myself will stop the crying
I guess I have to take things like they are
The facts are plain to see, its only
That I aint used to being lonely
Like Im gonna be without you
Come tomorrow
Come tomorrow