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