| Tomorrow's coming 'round like a hair-pin 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 | |
| I 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 three 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 | |
| 'Cause I stood on that empty street alone | |
| I said, 'I'm ready for my close-up now, Mr. Demille.' | |
| I waited for the light but it never shone | |
| Well I wonder 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 & Bullwinkle | |
| And we can talk to that charlatan psychic | |
| And she can paint a prettier picture of your future. | |
| 'Cause 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? | |
| You're legs feel like sandpaper, you can't do anything right.' | |
| 'Cause that day never should have taken place | |
| 'Cause 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 he made you hurt another | |
| 'Cause it makes me sad. |