Could it be the seasons 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 shell be gone [bad word] tomorrow

Well, its strange how many tortured mornings

Fell upon us with no warning

Lookin for a smile to beg and borrow

Its over now, there is no returning

thousand bridges sadly burning

And light the way I have to walk alone [bad word] 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, its only

That I aint used to being lonely

Like Im gonna be without you [bad word] tomorrow [bad word] tomorrow