[Lee in Limbo]

You can call it what you will
The things you do can't be explained
All of your rationalization
Can't make it right again.

You say you tell it like it is
You've got it all figured out
But when the truth is revealed
Your words are cast in doubt.

And of your tomorrows
Are built on selfish lies
A shameless thoughtlessness
You can't disguise
Yes all of your tomorrows
Are just the same as yesterday
You've nothing new to offer
Anyway.

You may wonder what you've lost
In the corner of your mind
But you never come to grips
With the truth you find.

You want the world to carry you
Think you're entitled to the prize
But the world will let you down
Why do you look surprised?

And all of your tomorrows
Are going to get you in the end
When all the things you've done
You can't defend
Yes all of your tomorrows
Are going to finally make you pay
You'll be wishing you could take back
Yesterday.

© 2008 Lee Edward McIlmoyle
for Trumgottist's Music Theory class