|
If today was not an endless highway
|
If tonight was not a crooked trail
|
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time
|
then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all
|
|
Ah but only if my own true love is waitin'
|
Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin'
|
only if she were lying by me
|
would I rest in my bed once again
|
|
I can't see my reflection in the mirror
|
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain
|
I can't hear the echoes of my footsteps
|
and can't remember the sound of my own name
|
|
Ah but only if my own true love is waitin'
|
Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin'
|
only if she were lying by me
|
would I rest in my bed once again
|
|
There's beauty in the silver singin' river
|
There's beauty in the sunlight in the sky
|
But none of these, and nothing else
|
can steal the beauty
|
that I remember in my true love's eyes
|
|
Ah but only if my own true love is waitin'
|
Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin'
|
only if she were lying by me
|
would I rest in my bed once again
|
|
|
|
-----------------
|
TOMORROW IS SUCH A LONG TIME
|
| Rod Stewart |
