peter cincotti
come tomorrow [*]
The trees on Golden Avenue were green as Irish morning We were wearing caps and gowns My mother took a photograph I was the only one not smiling, I was too big for this town I can't believe that I was only 17 A catholic punk who couldn't wait to scream  Come tomorrow I'll be leaving this worn out, worn down place I'll be drinking sunlight and dancing on the moon I'll find me a girl that suits my ways Spending all my nights and days Just singing drunken love songs out of tune I'll be rolling like a pair of dice, come tomorrow  The trees on Golden Avenue were bitter red this morning As I shuffled through the crowd Another dose of daily news, another cup of coffee The same old runaround And I turn each corner hoping that I'll see A miracle just waiting there for me  Come tomorrow I'll be leaving this worn out, worn down place I'll be drinking sunlight and dancing on the moon I'll find me a girl that suits my ways Spending all my nights and days Just singing drunken love songs out of tune I'll be rolling like a pair of dice, come tomorrow  Going nowhere, like leaves are blowing past my window Caught up in a wind they can't control That's my story, a two bit kind of Peter Pan Who never tried for Neverland And I think it's time to find my wings and go  Come tomorrow I'll be leaving this worn out, worn down place I'll be drinking sunlight, dancing on the moon Find me a girl that suits my ways Spending all my nights and days Just singing drunken love songs out of tune I'm gonna make it up to paradise, come tomorrow Come tomorrow, come tomorrow  