By the time I reach tomorrow

I won't be me any way

And I'm not collecting sorrow

Don't disengage

You can't finger what you filter

When it travels like the clouds floating away

I thought he'd never take it this far

I can see where this is going

As the undertow is pulling me down

With your cross examination

I'm receding in the teeth of your plow

But I wont dig my own grave





By the time I reach tomorrow

Will you be there in the you

Is your pride too big to swallow

Know what's true

Did you figure I would falter

When I travel like the clouds floating away

I Thought he'd never take it this far

I can feel I'm getting smaller

As your twisting every word that I say

There's a snare in the forest

Under brush where you want me to play

But I won't dig my own grave

No I won't, won't dig my own grave

Bayonne, Bayonne, Bayonne