He hadn’t talked to his Father in a while He was busy doing his own thing Anything to get a cheap smile Anything to keep him in denial Sitting alone wandering in his thoughts He felt a desperate loneliness and they began to talk He said that “After tonight I’m through with this” But was he saying anything Or just moving his lips Tomorrow morning I will be different I know that it’s been far to long And sometimes I want you back again So he enjoyed that night
At least the best he could It took him back to pre-pubescent years When tomorrows Sunday school cla** Would eat away in the back of your head And eat away your perfect Saturday He hoped if he didn’t go to bed That moon would never go away Logically the sun would keep sleeping Hypothetically tomorrow would Never come Maybe this one night the Earth’s rotation would cease Until he rested his head You never know. You never Know