Tomorrow

I saw you making celebrations, at your breakfast on the table With the flask full to your lips here, not verboten Joy of living, joy in giving For tomorrow comes, before tomorrow comes And all the cartwheels through your past met, after breakfast in the garden Now the flask moves to your lips here, full forever not verboten, Joy of living, joy in giving For tomorrow comes, before tomorrow comes Now you need this more than ever, as you see fit after dinner With the flask split on your lips here, and the pie charts now become clear Gone forever, not verboten, joy of living, joy in giving For tomorrow comes, before tomorrow comes For tomorrow