Tomorrow's coming 'round
A hair-pin curve in the road
She's got a run in her stocking
And she's missing
The heel of her shoe
Got up this morning rolled out of bed
I spilled a diet coke
Called my mother said "Hi"
What I meant to say was
"Why is your life a joke "
Then I went down to
That ugly bar and
I clicked my heels three
Times just like you said
And I climbed that road
To your empty house
The anticipation was a turn on
But you let me down
'Coz I stood on that
Empty street alone
I said "I'm ready
For my close up now Mr Demille"
I waited for the light
But it never shone
Well I wonder what you do with
That expensive piece of land
That overlooks a billion
Years of history
I have a sneaking suspicion
You will never understand
Hey maybe I'll see you down
By the Rocky and Bullwinkle
And we can talk to
That charlatan psychic
And she can paint a prettier
Picture of your future
'Coz that day in my life
That day in my life
I dreamt tomorrow
Had a prettier face
I dreamt tomorrow
Would have better things to say
Than "You look like sh*t
What's your problem b**ch
You're legs feel like sandpaper
You can't do anything right"
'Coz that day never should
Have taken place
'Coz this day in my life
Still cannot explain
Why I listened in the
First place to you
Oh yeah something else
I hope one day you
Call up your father
And you have the guts to tell him
How he hurt you
And he made you hurt another
'Coz it makes me sad
