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 can't believe that I was only 17
A Catholic punk who couldn't wait to scream
Come tomorrow I'll be leaving this worn out,
worn down place
I'll be drinking sunlight, dancing on the moon
I'll find me a girl that suits my waist
Spending all my nights and days Just
singing drunken love songs out of tune
I'll be rolling like a paradise 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 run around
And I turn each corner hoping that I'll see
A miracle just waiting there for me
Come tomorrow I'll be leaving this worn out,
worn down place
I'll be drinking sunlight, dancing on the moon
I'll find me a girl that suits my waist
Spending all my nights and days Just
singing drunken love songs out of tune
I'll be rolling like a paradise Come tomorrow
Going nowhere Like leaves are blowing past my
window Caught up in a wind they can't control
That's my story
A two-bit kind of Peter Pan
Who never tried for Neverland And I
think it's time to find my wings and go
Come tomorrow I'll be leaving this worn out,
worn down place
I'll be drinking sunlight, dancing on the moon
I'll find me a girl that suits my
waist Spending all my nights and days
Just singing drunken love songs out of tune
I'm gonna make it up to paradise
Come tomorrow
Come tomorrow
Come tomorrow