Tomorrow

Tomorrow, I play a show I agreed to play

There's no backing away though

I love you, but why you never wanna dance?

Don't you wanna get down with us?

I forget the day I gave up

A slice of thigh immaculate

Everywhere I go, a silhouette

Of myself is left behind

I'm at home

There's no Joejoe

Is it really home?

Or is heaven though?

It's not how I'd always pictured it

You'd hold my hand and that's the end of it

Don't you wanna help me

Bring this thing about?

I've hardly got anyone left

And I don't want to play my set

Even if you could catch it

What would we talk about?