Tomorrow Comes A Day Too Soon (acoustic) (Whiskey On A Sunday - 2006)
You, you never looked so good Sipping life down like I wish I could But these sober tears are all that's left to shed Sank this soul, now made of lead
Face down beneath the rubble lies a man Tales of the future already in the past And of himself, well he hasn't much to say But wake the gods, it's judgement day
He said, "I left my home where the dead never rose But the streets of gold i've yet to find And at the end of the day all you can do is pray Without hope well you might as well be blind, yeah be blind Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon"
Angel, sweet angel of my youth Where have you gone? You flew away too soon The brick I built now builds a higher wall See it crumble, hear me fall There hangs the fool, who once had it all
He said, "I left my home where the dead never rose But the streets of gold i've yet to find And at the end of the day all you can do is pray Without hope well you might as well be blind, yeah be blind Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon"
And though the road has yet to rise On these hundred years that passed me by And the blood with the river flows Through the crimson field never sung And no never sung
He said, "I left my home where the dead never rose But the streets of gold i've yet to find And at the end of the day all you can do is pray Without hope well you might as well be blind, yeah be blind Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon"