This Time Tomorrow

I got an office with my name on the door

My .38 special's my most loyal friend

I got the polaroids spread out on the floor

With a half-empty bottle of johnny red

In walked trouble wearin six inch heels

She was smooth as silk and sharp as a bayonet

She pulled back a chair and her cinnamon hair

And she smiled as she lit up a cigarette

She said hey mister, you're a hard man to find

I said, you got a chair, but can i get you some wine?

She said no, just your time

Cause i tried so hard and it's been so long

But i'm not one for picking up and moving on

But if worse comes to worst i'll be gone

By this time tomorrow

We went back to her apartment under blankets of rain

She was tuggin' at my collar, she was pourin' champagne

Leaving lipstick traces on the side of my neck

And then she pulls me by the necktie to the edge of the bed

She says hey mister, i've been dreaming this for years

I've been chasin' it with whiskey, and drowing my tears

But now you're right here

When i work up in the morning

There was fire in my head

And she was sleeping like a baby

So i left her in bed

Cause she's spent way too many nights out there

Just stumblin' around

Or slumped over in the corner with her head on the ground

I checked the mirror as i put on my coat

You see, i knew i had to leaver her

Cause i knew she couldn't cope

But i left her a note

It said

I tried so hard but it's been too long

And now's the time for picking up and moving on

I'm sorry but i'll be long gone

By this time tomorrow