Tomorrow, can't come soon enough
The sun has set, the moon is full
The wind has cleared the sky
And my, hopes are rising high

Too full of yourself!

I, I'm only thinking of you
Jet black hair, bring blue eyes
The candlelight as it reflects
The crimson red of your lips!

I can't see too clearly
With the light as dim
Coming in through your...
Placid bedroom windows!

And you treat it like any other
Ordinary Saturday night
But I know, I know
There has to be something more!

Tomorrow can't come soon enough
The sun is rising, the moon is gone
The grass is shining with dew
And my, hopes are dropping low

Too full of myself!