What is tomorrow? May I ever know

What is tomorrow? May I ever know

What is fine is fine day by day

I’ll wake, I’ll go get ready

Be ready, and head to work

I’ll work, work’s fine and all

But it’ll end, and that’ll be all

I’ll clock out, leave and get to the car

I’ll turn in on, turn my music on

And drive off reflecting and pondering

What is tomorrow? May I ever know

What is tomorrow? May I ever know

What is fine is fine day by day

When I arrive, I’ll undo my shoes

Change into different pants and lay loose

Legs land at the foot of my bed

Long past dinner; still hungry, I head

Downstairs to fridge for some bite to eat

Eat some food then it’s back up to see

My parents, older now, laying in bed

Sleeping, sleeping early than late

No chance for me to say goodnight

I head back to my room, whole house is quiet

It’s me now with my thoughts, and I wonder

What is tomorrow? May I ever know

What is tomorrow? May I ever know

What is fine stays fine day by day

But when it’s time to sleep, there is none

And when it’s time for peace, there is none

Every night can only go wrong

Every day can only go as long

As what we stay up for

And as I lay and think of all these things

I realize what’s been the trouble;

My grandfather, weak, two hours away

Laying the same position as I

But weaker, older, more reliant

For him there is only tomorrow, and still he wonders,

“What is tomorrow? May I ever know”

What is tomorrow? May I ever know

What is fine stays fine day by day

But pain. You’ll hear it and know it

But pain on the surface is pain

Pain buried is hardened and often constrained

And woken alive, an unpleasant burden

Especially when in need of sleep

When he’s in need of sleep

I cannot imagine being there

And when I go to visit I scare

He won’t remember what I’m doing there

And when I visit I scare

Someday myself I won’t remember

And these visits aren’t always in person

Instead, when I try to sleep

And when I try to sleep, I wonder

What is tomorrow? May I ever know