Somewhere between midnight and tomorrow
You'll want to be free of your constant sorrow
I'll offer a bed of roses for your bed of nails
You'll be drawn to my perfume, but the whisky will prevail
Then somewere between midnight and tomorrow
I'll have more trouble then I could ever borrow
You'll stagger and crawl and wind up on your knees
And I'll witness the fall of the man you used to be
And I'll pull off your boots and I'll turn out the lights
And I'll sit by the window but I will not fight
There'll be room for thinkin' in a night that's so hollow
And I'll make up my mind between midnight and tomorrow
So many times I patiently follow
The road that winds between midnigth and tomorrow
But now I'm not sure if it leads anywhere
Cause now I'm not sure if you even cared
And I'll pull off your boots and I'll turn out the lights
And I'll sit by the window but I will not fight
There'll be room for thinkin' in a night that's so hollow
And I'll make up my mind between midnight and tomorrow
And I'll make up my mind between midnight and tomorrow
Somewhere between midnight and tomorrow
I will be free of this constant sorrow
