Could it be the season's changin'

the winds of winter rearranging

all the leaves like fallin' queens of sorrow

Could be the freezing rain a-fallin'

could be sad September callin'

or maybe its knowin' she'll be gone

Come tomorrow





Well, it's strange how many tortured mornings

fell upon us with no warning

lookin' for a smile to beg and borrow

It's over now, there is no returning

a thousand bridges sadly burning

and light the way I have to walk alone

Come tomorrow





I guess that no amount of lying

to myself will stop the crying

I guess I have to take things like they are

The facts are plain to see, it's only

that I ain't used to being lonely

like I'm gonna be without you

Come tomorrow





Come tomorrow