Clean Like Tomorrow

Life can be handsome, worn

And still be forlorn, still be forlorn

This lonely heart lies in the doorway

And pages torn, pages torn

And she works in a factory

There’s no yearning

Like a woman scorned, a woman scorned

The days of disgrace and unwashed sorrow

I need a love, clean like tomorrow

I need a love, I need a love

I need a love, clean like tomorrow

Scrawl and scratch in the neighbor patch

Now drinkin’ wine, drinkin’ wine

In the moonlight trap, you pay rent to stand

In the earthquake line, in the earthquake line

I cannot see the men with no faces

They got the dirty minds

Yeah, they got their dirty minds

The days of disgrace and unwashed sorrow

I need a love, clean like tomorrow

I need a love, I need a love

I need a love, clean like tomorrow

I got the lotteries (lotteries), slot machines

It’s a mean old mess. It’s a mean old mess

Ten million hands, they are unemployed

They must fight, they must fight

Well, they always makes me laugh

I never cry, now, I, I don’t know why

The days of disgrace and unwashed sorrow

I need a love, clean like tomorrow

I need a love, I need a love

I need a love, clean like tomorrow