When I'm coming home, my mind starts to roam
I go to bed while picking up speed
The surface may say I'm doing okay
That I got what a man might need
I got my degree, a brand new TV
The parts where I live ain't too bad
But I can't recall, none of it all
In any dreams I've had
I hear myself saying, I'm doing fine
My life is a walk through the pines
But I'm sick and I'm tired, spending my time
Putting my tomorrows behind
The sky is big and white and I'm locked inside
Working all day with a frown
I guess I'm just a coward who would need to get fired
And banished from this town
I think to myself
Things weren't trying like tomorrow I'll quit, though I
But I'm sick and tired, spending my time
Putting my tomorrows behind
I think to myself, time after time
Tomorrow I'll be there in my prime
But I'm sick and I'm tired, 'cause I know that I'm lying
I'm putting my tomorrows behind
I'm sick and I'm tired, 'cause I'm not even trying
I'm putting my tomorrows behind
