The trees on Golden Avenue were green as Irish morning
We were wearing caps and gowns
My mother took a photograph
I was the only one not smiling, I was too big for this town
I cant believe that I was only 17
A catholic punk who couldnt wait to scream
Come tomorrow
Ill be leaving this worn out, worn down place
Ill be drinking sunlight and dancing on the moon
Ill find me a girl that suits my ways
Spending all my nights and days
Just singing drunken love songs out of tune
Ill be rolling like a pair of dice, come tomorrow
The trees on Golden Avenue were bitter red this morning
As I shuffled through the crowd
Another dose of daily news, another cup of coffee
The same old runaround
And I turn each corner hoping that Ill see
A miracle just waiting there for me
Come tomorrow
Ill be leaving this worn out, worn down place
Ill be drinking sunlight and dancing on the moon
Ill find me a girl that suits my ways
Spending all my nights and days
Just singing drunken love songs out of tune
Ill be rolling like a pair of dice, come tomorrow
Going nowhere, like leaves are blowing past my window
Caught up in a wind they cant control
Thats my story, a two bit kind of Peter Pan
Who never tried for Neverland
And I think its time to find my wings and go
Come tomorrow
Ill be leaving this worn out, worn down place
Ill be drinking sunlight, dancing on the moon
Find me a girl that suits my ways
Spending all my nights and days
Just singing drunken love songs out of tune
Im gonna make it up to paradise, come tomorrow
Come tomorrow, come tomorrow
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