Song | Tomorrow Is a Long Time |
Artist | Rod Stewart |
Album | Every Picture Tells a Story |
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If today was not an endless highway | |
If tonight was not a crooked trail | |
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time | |
then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all | |
Ah but only if my own true love is waitin' | |
Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin' | |
only if she were lying by me | |
would I rest in my bed once again | |
I can't see my reflection in the mirror | |
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain | |
I can't hear the echoes of my footsteps | |
and can't remember the sound of my own name | |
Ah but only if my own true love is waitin' | |
Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin' | |
only if she were lying by me | |
would I rest in my bed once again | |
There's beauty in the silver singin' river | |
There's beauty in the sunlight in the sky | |
But none of these, and nothing else | |
can steal the beauty | |
that I remember in my true love's eyes | |
Ah but only if my own true love is waitin' | |
Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin' | |
only if she were lying by me | |
would I rest in my bed once again |
If today was not an endless highway | |
If tonight was not a crooked trail | |
If tomorrow wasn' t such a long time | |
then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all | |
Ah but only if my own true love is waitin' | |
Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin' | |
only if she were lying by me | |
would I rest in my bed once again | |
I can' t see my reflection in the mirror | |
I can' t speak the sounds that show no pain | |
I can' t hear the echoes of my footsteps | |
and can' t remember the sound of my own name | |
Ah but only if my own true love is waitin' | |
Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin' | |
only if she were lying by me | |
would I rest in my bed once again | |
There' s beauty in the silver singin' river | |
There' s beauty in the sunlight in the sky | |
But none of these, and nothing else | |
can steal the beauty | |
that I remember in my true love' s eyes | |
Ah but only if my own true love is waitin' | |
Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin' | |
only if she were lying by me | |
would I rest in my bed once again |
If today was not an endless highway | |
If tonight was not a crooked trail | |
If tomorrow wasn' t such a long time | |
then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all | |
Ah but only if my own true love is waitin' | |
Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin' | |
only if she were lying by me | |
would I rest in my bed once again | |
I can' t see my reflection in the mirror | |
I can' t speak the sounds that show no pain | |
I can' t hear the echoes of my footsteps | |
and can' t remember the sound of my own name | |
Ah but only if my own true love is waitin' | |
Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin' | |
only if she were lying by me | |
would I rest in my bed once again | |
There' s beauty in the silver singin' river | |
There' s beauty in the sunlight in the sky | |
But none of these, and nothing else | |
can steal the beauty | |
that I remember in my true love' s eyes | |
Ah but only if my own true love is waitin' | |
Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin' | |
only if she were lying by me | |
would I rest in my bed once again |