HAPPINESS TOMORROW
A broken record that always says too much
A tired poet down on his luck
Spinning round, spinning round
Spinning round 'til you hit the ground again
Misunderstanding's a cold, hard word to say
It's black and white in a world of grey
A beggar begs with shame that can't be seen
He's kinda like me - he's kinda like me
The walls are closing in
A broken record that lost all of its groove
You try to dance but there's no one to turn to
Your favorite song on the radio
You used to love it until it turned to gold
[chorus]
In the sun, you worry about tomorrow
When you're done with never-ending sorrow
When the music's over, get back in your place
It's such a waste that you look forward to
Happiness tomorrow
A broken record that always says too much
A tired poet down on his luck
Spinning round, spinning round
Spinning round 'til you hit the ground again
Misunderstanding's a cold, hard word to say
It's black and white in a world of grey
A beggar begs with shame that can't be seen
He's kinda like me - he's kinda like me
[chorus]
In the sun, you worry about tomorrow
When you're done with never-ending sorrow
When the music's over, get back in your place
It's such a waste that you look forward to
Happiness tomorrow
We'll be happy tomorrow
Words & Music by Craig Haller
℗ 2007 Settlement Orange Music
© 2007 My Buddy Craig Music [BMI]
