Tonight he's walking home

Blanketed by starlight,

Nothing left to live for,

Yet he walks on,

Hoping that tomorrow

He will find a purpose...

Tomorrow.

They always say tomorrow is a new day,

But yesterdays sorrows haunt us still

And perfection seems surreal,

Just another shady image in the fog,

But maybe tomorrow...

We'll understand.

But for now he walks...

Alone in the dark,

His family is gone,

His friends are indifferent,

There's nothing left to live for,

Just a messy apartment called home.

But, tomorrow...