Livingston Taylor
©1973 Rear Exit Music (ASCAP) – All Rights Reserved
Lady tomorrow picks at my sorrow
And borrows some more from my friends
Be sure you work hard
Be sure to discard
Anything fine that might never end
Lady tomorrow picks at my sorrow
‘Cause hard woes ain’t easy to find
And lady tomorrow screws what she borrows
And never leaves nothing behind
Since when I’m tired, hurting or wired
To argue or be plain unkind
Since when I’m grieving
And thinking of leaving
And become soft, gentle and kind
Leaving
You haven’t forgotten anything you meant to say
Leaving
Get around, tomorrow has become today
And thinking that we’re though
I need someone to shout to
It’s not me it’s she who’s unfair
But the friends they get cold
And at the end of the road
The lady’s the soul one who cares