Between Midnight And Tomorrow Lyrics - Lorrie Morgan

Somewhere between midnight and tomorrow 

You'll want to be free of your constant sorrow 

I'll offer a bed of roses for your bed of nails 

You'll be drawn to my perfume, but the whiskey will prevail 

Then somewhere between midnight and tomorrow 

I'll have more trouble then I could ever borrow 

You'll stagger and crawl, and wind up on your knees 

And I'll witness the fall of the man you used to be 

And I'll pull off your boots and I'll turn out the lights 

And I'll sit by the window but I will not fight 

There'll be room for thinkin' in a night that's so hollow 

And I'll make up my mind between midnight and tomorrow 

So many times I patiently follow 

The road that winds between midnight and tomorrow 

But now I'm not sure if it leads anywhere 

'Cause now I'm not sure if you even cared 

And I'll pull off your boots and I'll turn out the lights 

And I'll sit by the window but I will not fight 

There'll be room for thinkin' in a night that's so hollow 

And I'll make up my mind between midnight and tomorrow 

And I'll make up my mind between midnight and tomorrow 

Somewhere between midnight and tomorrow 

I will be free of this constant sorrow