• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Tomorrow We'll See - Sting
• Tomorrow We'll See - Sting & Police
• Tomorrow I'll Be You - Thursday
• Tomorrow Will Be - Discount
• Tomorrow Will Do - Hilltop Hoods

The streets are wet
The lights have yet
To shed their tawdry luster on the scene
My skirt's too short
My tights are run
These new heels are killing me
A second pack of cigarettes
It's a slow night, but there's time yet
Here comes the john from his other life
He may be driving to his wife
But he slowed down, take a look
I've learned to read them just like books
It's already half past ten
But they'll be back again
Head lights in a rainy street
I checked, made sure it's not the heat
I wink, I smile, I wave my hand
He stops, he seems to understand
A small transaction we must meet
I tell him that my heart will break
If he's not a generous man
I step into his van
They say the first's the hardest trick
But after that it's just a matter of logic
They have the money I have the time
Being pretty's my only crime
Ask what future do I see
I say it's really up to me
I don't need forgiving
I'm just making a living
Don't judge me
You could be me in another life
In another set of circumstances
Don't judge me
One more night
I'll just have to take my chances
For tomorrow we'll see
A friend of mine, he wound up dead
His dress is stained with color red
The next of kin, no fixed abode
Another victim on this road
The police just carted him away
But someone took his place next day
He's home by Thanksgiving
But not with the living
Don't judge me
You could be me in another life
In another set of circumstances
Don't judge me
One more night
I'll just have to take my chances
I know it's just not in my plan
For someone to care who I am
I walk in the streets for money
It's the business of love, hey honey, come on!
Don't leave me lonely, don't leave me sad
I'll be the sweetest five minutes you'll ever have
Don't judge me
You could be me in another life
In another set of circumstances
Don't judge me
One more night
I'll just have to take my chances

The streets are wet
The lights have yet
To shed their tawdry lustre on the scene
My skirts too short
My tights have run
These new heels are killing me
My second pack of cigarettes
Its a slow night but theres time yet
Here comes john from his other life
He may be driving to his wife
But he'll slow down take a look
Ive learned to read them just like books
And its already half past ten
But theyll be back again
Headlights in the rainy street
I check, make sure its not the heat
I wink, I smile, I wave my hand
He stops and seems to understand
The small transaction we must make
I tell him that my heart will break
If hes not a generous man
I step into his van
The say the first is the hardest trick
After that its just a matter of logic
They have the money I have the time
Being pretty's my only crime
You ask what future do I see
I say its really up to me
I dont need forgiving
Im just making a living
Dont judge me
You could be me in another life
In another set of circumstances
Dont judge me
One more night Ill just have to take my chances
And tomorrow well see
A friend of mine he wound up dead
His dress was stained the colour red
No next of kin no fixed abode
Another victim on this road
The police just carted him away
But someone took his place next day
He was home by thanksgiving
But not with the living
Dont judge me
You could be me in another life
In another set of circumstances
Dont judge me
One more night Ill just have to take my chances
And no its just not in my plan
For someone to care who I am
I'm walking the streets for money
Its the business of love, 'hey honey'
C'mon, dont leave me lonely, dont leave me sad
Itll be the sweetest five minutes you ever had
Dont judge me
You could be me in another life
In another set of circumstances
Dont judge me
One more night Ill just have to take my chances
And tomorrow well see

in the circuit, the frequency's breaking up. the speakers can barely move this is not a test tune to the broadcast. witness the jetlag. look in the mirror. adjust the V-hold shatter the lens. pull out the shards. choke on her words, caught in her throat. how long can the wheels maintain a spin, at this velocity? on every block, a reminder: you can't stop this intersection. at every turn, dead forests of tenements rise like antennas. the miles are adding up and the days are counting down. cut the jet black from my hair before we're bathed in the dawn of New Year's Day. I will change back to myself in the flame, we burn like the paper hearts of dead presidents. we're too lost, to lose hope. maybe the night seems so dark because the day is much too bright for us to see that we are cured. (shatter the lens. pull out the shards). we are cured (choke on her words, caught in your throat). that's the sound of music from another room the piano player hangs from piano wire but the player piano carries on. sit back and tune to the broadcast. this is not a test shatter the lens. pull out the shards. choke on her words, caught in your throat. as the language dissolves and the setence lifts, a slow alphabet of rain is whispering, "aabcttipacbdefg..." since I replaced the I in live with an O, I can't remember who you are... ...but tomorrow I'll be you. just pick up the phone. I'm calling from your house, in your room, in your name, lying in your bed, following your dreams. I listen to your voice get caught in my throat as I sing, "This Is Just A Dream." on New Year's Day, we will change back to ourselves. in the flame we are cured. we are cured. we are cured.

Mind stump. Here's my conclusion. Twelve phone calls and a postcard. This room is dim, why not turn the lights out. What more is it we're losing? I can't see you like this now. I'll just get bad impressions. See the world walking around trying to buy reasasurance. We want to know that someone hopes we're happy here. We want to read something saying tomorrow will be, something saying tomorrow will be better.

Verse One – Pressure
Be careful what you wish for; be cautious what you seek,
Women are like opportunities; grasp them when they're in reach,
All that glitters is gold, and sold for green locally,
Life's a blind struggle that's why fate keeps tripping over me,
With fines, debts and warrants trust me when I say they serve you,
What you don't know can't hurt you; so not knowing you's a virtue,
It's a fast food world; I fear that I'm a die gluttoning,
But life is like John Howard, too short to waste time worrying,
I moved from my parentals, used to lose it in the mental,
Now I'm using my potential, for bruising instrumentals,
I'm a bad natured human, bound to stagnate in ruin,
Till these man made delusions catch a bad case of bruising,
We're all drunk philosophers so give it time now,
There's a fine line between a smile and a frown, Yeah? It's called an eyebrow,
If measurement of ones worth was one word of testament,
I'm done keeping it real I keep it relevant.
Chorus
Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
We'll deal with it as it comes,
If I lose my way I'll follow you,
Cos today's like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do,
Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
We'll deal with it as it comes,
If I lose my way I'll follow you,
Cos today's like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do.
Verse Two – Suffa
I've been an out and out loudmouth since my youth,
I'm generous with words but selfish with the truth,
I'd never say some things on my mind anyway,
Cos ideas are like cars, they get stolen everyday,
And when I do speak women call me a creep,
Ladies chivalry's not dead it's on the couch where you made it sleep,
I get deep without the meaningful,
Mimed a rhyme to a blind man, he said ‘Boy now I've seen it all',
The worlds an ugly place filled with beautiful women,
And people, who love music but lack suitable rhythm,
What a computer will give them an instrument won't,
It's called hip hop, guess what we're the industry joke,
But hip hop followers, follow us till your sorrow is gone,
And be strong cos tomorrow it's on,
We ain't no beat nick, weak trip, kids on the sneak tip,
We spit deep shit all of life' secrets.
Chorus
Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
We'll deal with it as it comes,
If I lose my way I'll follow you,
Cos today's like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do,
Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
We'll deal with it as it comes,
If I lose my way I'll follow you,
Cos today's like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do.
Chorus
Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
We'll deal with it as it comes,
If I lose my way I'll follow you,
Cos today's like yesterday I guess tomorrow will do,
Life is a road, full of turn-offs, short sprints and long runs,
We'll deal with it as it comes,
If I lose my way I'll follow you,