Tomorrow Is a Long Time

If today was not an endless highway If tonight was not a crooked trail If tomorrow wasn't such a long time Lonesome would mean nothing to me at all Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear his heart softly pounding Yes, and only if he was lying by me Would I lie in my bed once again I can't see my reflection in the waters I can't speak the sounds that show no pain I can't hear the echo of my footsteps Or remember the sound of my own name Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear his heart softly pounding Yes, and only if he was lying by me Would I lie in my bed once again There is beauty in that silver, singing river There is beauty in that sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting If I could hear his heart softly pounding Yes, and only if he was lying by me Would I lie in my bed once again Hmm-mm, mm-mm