A missile gliding into the rain,
A poet shouting the same refrain,
Over and under and
Through the pain,
I hear you, I hear you,
Like a steaming train,
Rattling along, screaming in a rage.
I see what you mean, now,
I mean to say,
But I cannot, because
My soothing days
Are all in the past,
Yes, there they remain.
I leave you, here, now,
I know it’s not quite the same.
I know that I should care,
I know how you sang
Of all that is not right,
And of better days.
So, please forgive me,
That’s what I want to say,
But before I can tell you,
You ask me to stay.
I cannot! I cannot!
I bid you good day.
See you tomorrow,
Is all that I say.
Then you cry,
And that’s all that remains
In my memory,
That’s all I can say.
Good night,
God bless you.
Tomorrow is another day.
I must believe that it’s true.
There is no other way.
I trust you. I want to.
Come out of the grey.
Please, be with me,
Just one more day.
I know how you feel.
Tomorrow is only another day.
