Tomorrow Never Comes
The sky out to the east was getting gray
I was smoking long leafs today
Wondering what I was going to do
The potato fields all brown
Rotten in the ground
I fell down and prayed
Holding back the flood
Looking out the window
On the gray morning light
I was sick all winter
Graveyard calling
A hollow sound
Way down low
I tasted the tears
As they began to flow
Coffee and cigarettes
AA calling me
Old gray striped cat
Lay at my feet
Tired and beat
I gave my time
I done it for free
Know one could tell
Except me
I was living a lie
Way down inside
Tomorrow never comes
Tomorrow never comes
Tomorrow never comes…
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2015
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