maybe tomorrow

maybe tomorrow, I'll leave this day behind
and maybe then, I'll sing a new song for you
and we'll mull over coffee and the movie we just saw
while you go on about your job
I'll criticize the songs they play on the radio

and the rain will fall my way
when I can tell you all about what I did today
and the wind will have blown my way
when you are here with me

maybe tomorrow night we'll go out
and paint the town red
or maybe blue
that depends on you my dear
and we'll allow the pace
of these days to pass us by
while you complain about L.A.
I'll tell you that I think I've figured Jesus out

and the rain will fall my way
when I can tell you all about what I did today
and the wind will have blown my way
when you are here with me

and we'll mull over coffee
and the movie we just saw
while you go on about your job
i'll criticize the songs they play,
the songs that they play

and the rain will fall my way
when I can tell you all about what I did today
and the wind will have blown my way
when you are here with me