Maybe Tomorrow's Light

(hm-mmmm) The shadows on the floor are growing long

The record spins its final,

dusty song

I leave the letters on the wooden table

I'll read them when I feel a bit more stable

Maybe tomorrow,

I will find the words

Maybe tomorrow, when the early birds start to sing

I'll face the changing of the seasons Without looking for the reasons

(oh-ohh) The clock is ticking slow against the wall

Outside the autumn leaves begin to fall

I draw the curtains,

let the evening fade

Into the quiet space that we both made

Maybe tomorrow,

I will find the words

Maybe tomorrow, when the early birds start to sing

I'll face the changing of the seasons Without looking for the reasons

Maybe tomorrow... (maybe

tomorrow)