Guest House - For Tomorrow Lyrics

Maybe it's a Greyhound bus
Coming to pick you up
Maybe it's a pickup truck
Waiting on the getaway run
Maybe it's Johnny Law
Got a warrant out for your arrest
Maybe it's your two damn feet
Gotta run down the God damn street

Come on, baby
Let's save maybe
For tomorrow
For tomorrow

Maybe it's just too late
Went and made your stake
Maybe it's just too late
Went and dug yourself a nice grave
Shot yourself in the foot
Better not even try to run
Johnny Law catching up to you
Can't even make a try

Come on, baby
Let's save maybe
For tomorrow
For tomorrow

Stuck here in this old small town
Can't even get your boots off the ground
Stuck here in this little world
Can't even make a decent run
[Stand and defend while you're trying to sleep]
[The colors are gone but they're there in your dreams]
[It's raining again but the pavement is dry]
[You can't figure out what makes a man cry]

Come on, baby
Let's save maybe
For tomorrow
For tomorrow