Tomorrow Land

If tomorrow never comes

If my breath ceases to exist

All that remains

Is raindrops and mist

If tomorrow is borrowed

We all live today

We all rush

Through corridors

Of columned form

This has become the norm

If tomorrow never comes

Where am I now

Am I in a chair

In the middle of a room

In the ground

Dusting flowered perfume

If tomorrow never comes

I will sing out those tunes

Rhythm of dancers

Jazz and blues

If tomorrow never comes

I have hope it certainly will

As my eyes close to a dream

Tomorrow is my thrill