And if I make it til tomorrow, I'll let you knock me down to size. I'll stop this ugly petty show. I won't ask you to empathize.
And if tomorrow comes for me, I won't be so self absorbed, I'll do more for you and them, I won't leave you so ignored.
And if I make it til tomorrow, I'll tell my Dad it's not his fault. I'll take the blame for my side of things, I'll be more grateful for what he brought.
And if tomorrow comes for me, I'll fight the urge to rediscover what that needle's all about, I'll leave that up to another.
And if I make it til tomorrow, I'll take the time to treat you right. I'll back off when you are tired, I'll back you up in the fight.
But today is no good, there's nothing left, I'm all alone. I burned each bridge back to life, I've blocked the route to hope and love. So, so long, goodbye tomorrow, I wont be there if you come.
Tonight, I'm here, freeing you, as I become a setting sun. Just like that stupid song that was sang by Neil Young.