Looks Like Tomorrow

Slowly he looks at his calloused hands and dreams

of something he thought was real and he looks to

the ground. Sunlight is fading fast to the west,

casting lengthening shadows. Some dreams are gone

when the light disappears to fade with the night.

And where do they go when they leave you alone

lost in quite desperation. He's seen years pass

like water beneath him and slowly drift out to

sea. It's not a lot to ask of this world, to feel

safe, and maybe he'll find it one day. But god

knows he tries, but at the end of the day he

always seems to say. All my dreams have faded

away. Just like memories from yesterday, all my

lines are crossed and erased, just like all of

these lines on my face, but god knows I try. Cause

it's not a lot to ask of this world, to feel safe,

and maybe I'll find it one day. But if god knows I

try then at the end of the day why do I always

say. All my dreams have faded away. But god knows

I try to see the beauty in every