By townes van zandt
Could it be the season's changin'
the winds of winter rearranging
all the leaves like fallin' queens of sorrow
could be the freezing rain a-fallin'
could be sad september callin'
or maybe its knowin' she'll be gone
come tomorrow

well, it's strange how many tortured mornings
fell upon us with no warning
lookin' for a smile to beg and borrow
it's over now, there is no returning
a thousand bridges sadly burning
and light the way i have to walk alone
come tomorrow

i guess that no amount of lying
to myself will stop the crying
i guess i have to take things like they are
the facts are plain to see, it's only
that i ain't used to being lonely
like i'm gonna be without you
come tomorrow

come tomorrow