Always Tomorrow
She turns the key and unlocks the door
and lets herself inside.
Kicks off her shoes and puts on some blues
and throws the curtains wide.
She pours a drink, sits down to think,
about her life of pain.
Disappointment rises up,
to make her cry again.
There's always tomorrow,
forget about the day.
There's always tomorrow,
no matter what they say.
A man goes out at the crack of dawn
and makes his way down town.
With faded jeans and some empty dreams,
he's the only one around.
Once he wrote himself a note
of how he was abused.
He set it alight on a building site
and walked away confused.
There's always tomorrow,
forget about the day.
There's always tomorrow,
no matter what they say.
You told me that life
was oh so tough.
You never told me
that you had enough.
All you do is walk around,
the same old places in the same old town.
She turns the key and unlocks the door
and lets herself inside.
Kicks off her shoes and puts on some blues
and throws the curtains wide.
She pours a drink, sits down to think,
about her life of pain.
Disappointment rises up,
it makes her cry again.
There's always tomorrow,
forget about the day.
There's always tomorrow,
no matter what they say.
There's always tomorrow,
forget about the day.
There's always tomorrow,
no matter what they say.
and lets herself inside.
Kicks off her shoes and puts on some blues
and throws the curtains wide.
She pours a drink, sits down to think,
about her life of pain.
Disappointment rises up,
to make her cry again.
There's always tomorrow,
forget about the day.
There's always tomorrow,
no matter what they say.
A man goes out at the crack of dawn
and makes his way down town.
With faded jeans and some empty dreams,
he's the only one around.
Once he wrote himself a note
of how he was abused.
He set it alight on a building site
and walked away confused.
There's always tomorrow,
forget about the day.
There's always tomorrow,
no matter what they say.
You told me that life
was oh so tough.
You never told me
that you had enough.
All you do is walk around,
the same old places in the same old town.
She turns the key and unlocks the door
and lets herself inside.
Kicks off her shoes and puts on some blues
and throws the curtains wide.
She pours a drink, sits down to think,
about her life of pain.
Disappointment rises up,
it makes her cry again.
There's always tomorrow,
forget about the day.
There's always tomorrow,
no matter what they say.
There's always tomorrow,
forget about the day.
There's always tomorrow,
no matter what they say.
Credits
Writer(s): Gloria M. Estefan
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