HE'S A TWENTIETH CENTURY BOY, WITH HIS HANDS ON THE RAILS TRYTNG NOT TO BE SICK AGAIN AND HOLDING ON FOR TOMORROW LONDON ICE CRACKS ON A SEAMLESS LINE, HE'S HANGING ON FOR DEAR
Tomorrow night, will you remember what you said to night ? Tomorrow night, will all the thrill be gone ? Tomorrow night, will it be just another memory
The future looks so bright ahead, the past is far behind. I think of all the things we said, and you are on my mind. Think of tomorrow. Think of tomorrow.