Tomorrow’s coming round a hairpin curve in the road
She’s got a run in her stocking and she’s missing the heel of her shoe
Got up this morning rolled out of bed
Spilled a diet coke called my mother said «hi»
What I meant to say was «why is your life a joke?»
Then I went down to that ugly bar
And I clicked my heels 3 times just like you said
And I climbed that road to your empty house
The anticipation was a turn on
But you let me down
Cuz I stood on the empty stoop alone
I said, «I’m ready for my close-up now Mr. Demille»
I waited for the light (you had it)
But it never shone
Well, I want to know what you do with that expensive piece of land
That overlooks a billion years of history
I have a sneaking suspicion you will never understand
Hey maybe I’ll see you down by the Rocky & Bowinkle
And we can talk to that charlatan psychic
And she can paint a prettier picture
Of your future
Cuz that day in my life
That day in my life
I dreamt tomorrow had a prettier face
I dreamt tomorrow would have better things to say
Than
«You look like shit
What’s your problem, bitch?
Your legs feel like sandpaper
You can’t do anything right»
Well that day never should have taken place
This day in my life still cannot explain
Why I listened in the first place
To you
Oh yeah, something else
I hope one day you call up your father
And you have the guts to tell him how he hurt you
And how he made you hurt another
Cuz it makes me sad