We worked up a sweat laying in her bed
Spent the day staring at the rain
And quietly she said "these are my favorite days
When nothing or no one gets in our way
There is more to life than waiting for your death
There is more to drowning than just holding your breath
The past it is done and we shouldn't feel the need
To run from every new beginning"
Now the only thing I look forward to
Is spending tomorrow with you
Yeah the only thing I look forward to
Is spending tomorrow with you
I was a ragged man I was weary from the road
And I'd become withdrawn in my common role
In a basement made of sound, drunk and flashing lights
You found me as January closed it's eyes
So I'll believe in fate, good karma, or blind luck
Whatever little bird then carried me to love
And showed me a pretty light to follow in the dark
A beautiful reason not to fall apart
Now the only thing I look forward to
Is spending tomorrow with you
Yeah the only thing I look forward to
Is spending tomorrow with you
So now my pretty bird she keeps me up all night
Flying back and forth inside my mind
And I try to be like her, graceful, pretty wings
And the beautiful melody she sings
So the only thing I look forward to
Is spending tomorrow with you
Yeah the only thing I look forward to
Is spending tomorrow with you