Tomorrow, today, shouldn't but I may,
Go out and about, a laugh and a shout.
The vibrant green grass, the tickling breeze,
The hustle the fluster of crispy brown leaves.
I don't really care for tissues or tears,
For now these few things are away from my fears.
The people I love, their time I adore,
There's no-one and nowhere I want to be more.
The darkness looms over, the sun it goes down,
I stroll home and put on my pink dressing gown.
I cry and I blow, down my face the tears go,
But sundown, sunrise, I'll be out tomorrow.
