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 it's 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

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

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]

 

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