T. Fogerty
Well I'm tired of the way things been goin'
I'm searchin' my head for the path
Saw the Grail in her hand at the drive-in
But suddenly it dawned on me.
What about tomorrow?
What about tomorrow?
What about tomorrow?
Felt the warmth of her eyes at the playground
When I turned just to see she was gone
But my senses are saying that it happened
An angel had strolled down my mind.
What about tomorrow?
What about tomorrow?
What about tomorrow?
What will tomorrow bring me?
What about tomorrow?
What about tomorrow?
What about tomorrow?