The weary moon stuck high in the sky
I turn my head and prefix my eyes
The devil of sin he grabs me by the head
And sends me off to bed
The stars look down as if they’re praying too
Singing what the hells the sun gonna do
I hope you’re here when this whole ship sinks
Cause your all I really got to hold on to
When will tomorrow come and what will it bring
It seems like every town I go to has nothing left in it
Or maybe they’re just holding out on me
Pack your bags, put them on a one-way train
We aren’t ever gonna see those problems again
Black smoke and a breeze from above
Whisk away my hate for love
When will tomorrow come and what will it bring
It seems like every town I go to has nothing left in it
Or maybe they’re just holding out on me
