Tomorrow I'M Coming Home
Here's to the day
Here's to the day
The morning slides warm down my face
And steams rich with taste
I catch the dawn in my hand
I too hold the riches of the Golden Sand
Here's to today
Tomorrow's just a night away
It's just a night away, baby
We're a piece without a place
A stone without a space
Knowledge never known
See what's never shown
A piece without a place
A stone without a space
Tomorrow I'm coming home
I don't believe in victims of circumstance
Only patrons of fate and chance
Tomorrow I'm coming home
Tomorrow I'm coming home
We're a piece without a place
A stone without a space
Knowledge never known
See what's never shown
A piece without a place
A stone without a space
Tomorrow's just a night away
It's just a night away, baby
We're a piece without a place
A stone without a space
Knowledge never known
See what's never shown
A piece without a place
A stone without a space
Tomorrow I'm coming home
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012
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