It’s hard to open up, but harder it’s to close 
Part of it’s the chase, but I’m partial and I chose 
Pardon if it’s bold, I cannot restrain 
I cannot be held to blame when my heart is into yours 
I have felt the rain, I can part the storm 
I can cut the chain, no lock can guard the door 
It’s hard to open up when I’m hardly showing up 
I blow it, I know it, that’s a part of growing up 
Love is but a four letter word, (word) it’s a curse I illude 
When we speak, it’s only thing between I and you 
When it’s I and you, silence, I’m eyeing you 
I am who’s trying to, show you the entire [bad word] 
Not cryptic, I admitted I missed it 
I wished it, would never end, but it did yet again 
No Sweet Baby James, no fire and rain 
Look me up, we can try it again... 

(Hook...) 
Maybe tomorrow... If your heads on straight 
If you want to place your bets on fate... great... 
Maybe tomorrow... you and I can try once more 
Worth a shot, you and I encore... more... 

And ive avoided this issue 
Its [bad word] 
As soon as its you [bad word] to mind in when rhyming id find a topic to switch to 
Cause that chapter would never end if I begun to write it 
Sort of like our life plans, avoiding alignment 
She’s out in NY, I live in Montreal 
I head to Ireland, shes out in Barcelona 
I swear, would could have crossed flight paths on planes 
I’d still have known you like I did on that platform at Main 
Station waitin for the bus 
Meet you on a hunch 
Like I bet youre the girl I to have met at thirty one 
But umm had I really just implied that? 
At 18, like I was trying to meet a bride yet? 
Fate seemed a little easier to digest, then 
Until we split, trying to find a world outside us 
They say love em and let em [bad word] back home and theyre yours 
But I don’t know if im ready to hear that knock on the door 

Maybe Tomorrow 
(Hook...)