This one's called Tomorrow's a Long Time.
If today was not a crooked 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.
Yes, and only if my own true love was weak,
if I could hear her heart as softly pounding,
yes and only if she was lying by me.
In my bed once again.
I can't see my reflection in the water.
I can't speak the sounds to show no pain.
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps.
I can't hear the sounds of my own name.
Yes, and only if my own true love was weak,
and if I could only hear her heart as softly pounding,
yes and only if she was lying by me.
In my bed once again.
There's beauty in that silver singing river.
There's beauty in that rainbow in the sky.
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty.
And I remember in my true love's eyes.
Yes, and only if my own true love was weak,
if I could only hear her heart as softly pounding,
yes and only if she was lying by me.
And I'd lie
in my bed once again.