TOMORROWS

Tomorrows are stretching ahead of me
I wish they were all a bit more free
You never fail to move me to tears
It feels like it is worse than it appears

And the ghosts of the past
And the thoughts that make dust
Fade away (Fade away)
I wish life’s treating me well
No temptation to sell
Single day

Tomorrows are dreams that won’t come true
If only I had some tangible clue
‘Cause I’m getting lost in mists of time
Bound to make a step to cross the line

And the ghosts of the past
And the thoughts that make dust
Fade away (Fade away)
I wish life’s treating me well
No temptation to sell
Single day

Tomorrows are dreams that won’t come true
If only I had some tangible clue
‘Cause I’m getting lost in mists of time
Bound to make a step to cross the line

And the ghosts of the past
And the thoughts that make dust
Fade away (Fade away)
I wish life’s treating me well
No temptation to sell
Tomorrows


(Richard Durana)