The sun'll come out, tomorrow,. Bet your bottom dollar, that tomorrow,. There'll be sun,. . Just thinkin' about, tomorrow,. Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow, till' there's none,.
Tomorrow, makin' a list of things to do. And when I wake up, uh uh uh oh. Gonna cross all the fews. There must be millions of reasons. To try and explain that you're never through.