I think it's time we had a talk, About the last time that you walked
out on me,
And I'm beginning to see, how pathetic I look when you spit on me,
And I'm thinking that…I don't care for what you think about it,
The fact is in a few hours time I'm out of it,
And all I know, this sucks for me.
It doesn't matter…
Cuz' tomorrow this town's gonna be smaller,
When I'm leaving it behind in my rear view mirror,
All I know is my song is on the radio and now I've made up my mind…
So here I go.

Let's have another little talk about tomorrow when I'm walking out on
you,
And all the stupid mind games you put me through, that wasn't very
polite.
Oh well, nevermind.
I don't care for what you think about it, the fact is in a few hours
time I'm out of it,
And all I know, is this sucks for you.
And now I'm on my way home, left all I've ever known.
And when tomorrow is today, I'll be remembering,
I've waited so long, for this to finally come, and it doesn't matter
that it's over now.
Don't like my point of view, I guess there is nothing I can say or do,
To ease your worried mind, I got no worried mind.
I can't wait til' tomorrow.