The blue, blue, bluest skies Are heading my way My finest days in life Are coming to stay
'Cause after tomorrow I'm no longer for sale 'Cause after tomorrow I'm keeping myself
I hang my laundry out To dry in the sun And I take my suitcase down And fill it with stuff
'Cause after tomorrow I'm no longer for sale I'll give back the sorrow, yeah But I'm keeping myself I'll give back the sorrow, yeah But I'm keeping myself
My last blank notebook page Is up on my empty wall Where I write my story down Then I turn and walk out
It says after tomorrow I'm no longer for sale I'll give back the sorrow But I'm keeping myself, yeah
'Cause after tomorrow I'm no longer for sale I'll give back the sorrow, sorrow But I'm keeping myself