They say the sun Is gonna grow someday It's gonna get a real close And burn us all up No more traffic in the street No more road rage No more pretending Things are real tough
I cant promise you tomorrow No one has the right to lie You can beg and steal and borrow It won't save you from the sky
Let me see a show of hands Tell me the truth now What happens if Nuetrinos have mass I can't tell you about tomorrow I'm as lost as yesterday In between your joy and sorrow I suggest you have your say Here's to the little things The sports section The weather chanel A good battery