Someday is but another day to come
He has seen enough of the world
To become the man of the hour
Have you found your muse, love?
The night falls when the ghosts arrive
Slowly but ever so surely
Your fingers, entwined with mine
Your laughter, in sync with my songs
Well-played and well-versed
For the eyes we are strangers to
And your face, my love
Holds the promise of something new
Someday is only another day to come