Tomorrow... and the Old Man (circa 1975)

Reactivated meatballs, stuffed down and held
to use for a thought later on
doing today for tomorrow.

What's going on? What's happening there?
What's happening here?
Maybe we'll know tomorrow.

Tomorrow comes, seems like yesterday
Stuff it down, hold it fast, think a thought,
write a word about tomorrow.

Next day comes, still no change
still don't know;
Force it down and wait
until tomorrow.

Another day, I'll try again
I think I'll make it through...
Cause if I don't, I'll never know
what will be tomorrow.

Six am. the tired old man stares at me again
a chill sends me to bed
I cower there, in the dark
my coffee next to me

Caffeine my warmth, a prayer or two,
I venture out again,
My love's reminded me
I'm not alone, it's just my fear
that's frowning back at me

I see her smile, I hear her speak
and know I have not lost
There is no old man, only me
and she and me are we.