Tomorow She's Going

Tomorrow she's going
And I wonder where the time has really gone
The record doesn't seem to stop
Even though she's moving on

Each night I ride the empty roads
To an empty country dawn

Thinking 'bout her letters
And a picture on my dresser
An old guitar, a memory and a song
But she's gone

Tomorrow she's going
And I wonder if the world will be the same
Or if the wind that's blowing
Will bring the same sweet smell of rain

Alone I ride the empty night
Down an empty country lane

Thinking 'bout her letters
And a picture on my dresser
An old guitar, a memory and a song
But she's gone



Credits
Writer(s): David Barad
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