It was my dad maybe it's mother

Aunt or uncle a sister or brother

Cousin or a friend

Or maybe it's all of them



They start saying that tomorrow they'll be done

Another day passes and it's just as the other one

Soon you'll start living their lives too



And they keep saying that tomorrow they'll be done

Today and the next day but tomorrow it never comes



Would you have me turn my blind black eye

To what I've seen your dt's do to you

Have me sit and watch it suck the life right out of you



You try and help them knock that monkey off their back

But he just hides for a while in his sack

Like a needle in their arm is a bottle to their need



And they keep saying that tomorrow they'll be done

Today and the next day but tomorrow it never comes

A life full of those tomorrows piled one up on top of one

And you know that it's in the family and now it's your turn son



People fighting to keep their lives and homes together

Keep them full of love, hope and dreams as they once were

Where people live and care about one another



So please stop saying, so please stop saying

So please stop saying that tomorrow you'll be done

Today and the next day but tomorrow it just never comes

A life full of those tomorrows piled one up on top of one

And you know that it's in the family and now it's your turn son