Tomorrow — текст песни (Ryan Adams)

Pulled into the station

And they`re playing Waylon Jennings

When you`re driving through so late at night

You`ll see the lights are blinding

Yeah, and I`ll be thinking of you

Home, my baby`s going home

My baby`s going home

Tomorrow



A million miles of nothing

Yeah, you`re driving all alone

I can smell you on the pillow

Of the hotel room

Baby, make it and call me soon

Home, my baby`s going home

My baby`s going home

Tomorrow

Home, my baby`s going home

My baby`s going home

Tomorrow





[Thanks to ullafn@hotmail.com for these lyrics]