tomorrow

there might as well be tomorrow 

but i've never met it

with grains of sand I count the hours

like on open road I stand naked

there might as well be tomorrow?

every today i keep wondering

I don't have all that sand

covering my body with it's grains

there might as well be tomorrow

but today sells better

with mouth full of fine sand

I jump over the road every hour

there might as well be tomorrow

with every jump I'm one step closer

running out of breath

mouthfull makes me weight handful