Come Tomorrow - Peter Cincotti

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