Tomorrow

Leavin’ Me, I’m Sad and Blue
Left With Nothing But a Picture.
Third Or Fourth Weekend in June,
December Seems to Come Too Soon.

Will You Wait Until Tomorrow?
Will You Wait Until …

Head Is Swirlin’ With the Scene
Of You and Him Embraced in Rapture.
Dirty, Trying to Come Clean,
But Every Thought I Have’s Obscene.

Will You Wait Until Tomorrow?
Will You Wait Until …

Quilted On My Hands and Feet,
The Needle Dug in Too Deep.
You Chalk Another Shot Up to
Twenty-twenty Hours in June.

Will You Wait Until Tomorrow?
Will You Wait Until Tomorrow?
Will You Wait Until Tomorrow?
Will You Wait Until Tomorrow?