What is tomorrow? May I ever know
What is tomorrow? May I ever know
What is fine is fine day by day
I’ll wake, I’ll go get ready
Be ready, and head to work
I’ll work, work’s fine and all
But it’ll end, and that’ll be all
I’ll clock out, leave and get to the car
I’ll turn in on, turn my music on
And drive off reflecting and pondering
What is tomorrow? May I ever know
What is tomorrow? May I ever know
What is fine is fine day by day
When I arrive, I’ll undo my shoes
Change into different pants and lay loose
Legs land at the foot of my bed
Long past dinner; still hungry, I head
Downstairs to fridge for some bite to eat
Eat some food then it’s back up to see
My parents, older now, laying in bed
Sleeping, sleeping early than late
No chance for me to say goodnight
I head back to my room, whole house is quiet
It’s me now with my thoughts, and I wonder
What is tomorrow? May I ever know
What is tomorrow? May I ever know
What is fine stays fine day by day
But when it’s time to sleep, there is none
And when it’s time for peace, there is none
Every night can only go wrong
Every day can only go as long
As what we stay up for
And as I lay and think of all these things
I realize what’s been the trouble;
My grandfather, weak, two hours away
Laying the same position as I
But weaker, older, more reliant
For him there is only tomorrow, and still he wonders,
“What is tomorrow? May I ever know”
What is tomorrow? May I ever know
What is fine stays fine day by day
But pain. You’ll hear it and know it
But pain on the surface is pain
Pain buried is hardened and often constrained
And woken alive, an unpleasant burden
Especially when in need of sleep
When he’s in need of sleep
I cannot imagine being there
And when I go to visit I scare
He won’t remember what I’m doing there
And when I visit I scare
Someday myself I won’t remember
And these visits aren’t always in person
Instead, when I try to sleep
And when I try to sleep, I wonder
What is tomorrow? May I ever know