There was a half open window
that half held back the night
and a half hearted fighter
who had given up the fight
and a half empty bottle
that held the remnants of his dreams
and a promise that tomorrow may never come.

On the corner stood a vendor
who would shout about the news
but he didn’t really give a damn
about which side would win or lose
for he’d seen it all before
down the barrel of a gun
and he knows that tomorrow may never come.

In the subway stands a busker
singing to the walls
his mind a million miles away
taking curtain calls
and the change that he’s collected
he’ll spend it all tonight
in certain knowledge that tomorrow may never come.

In the church there sits a preacher
contemplating his own doubt
while knowing there is something
beyond what holy books all talk about
and he hopes each day aint wasted
and he prays today for strength
for one day they say tomorrow may never come.