Tomorrow.

Tomorrow is just a meaningless word.
That it could be more is just absurd.
There is no instant cure.
Counting on misery is preferred.
It's the only thing thats sure.

The moments build up and the days go by.
Maybe tomorrow I'll give it another try.
I can't count on an intervention.
Tomorrow I could wake up and fly.
Riding in the clouds is my only intention.

One day I might be gone.
Tomorrow I could see the dawn.
The lights will still be here.
Go back to sleep with a single yawn.
Enter my dreams full of fear.

Certainly the future exists.
It could even hold eternal bliss.
But not for me.
Only the tingling of a cold abyss
miles below in a dark sea.

So maybe tomorrow I'll see what I want to see.
Maybe tomorrow I'll be what I need to be.
Possible that theres no solution.
Tomorrow will I agree to disagree?
Tomorrow I will ride in the revolution.