To fault Tomorrow Would be wrong She just sat down And all she said was “I'm not sure” And here we are Offended Because Yesterday was certain But only today did she say anything About it And Today, she's been talking for a while. (We are tired of it) But Tomorrow thinks she can waltz in here And sit down Be mysterious and all I won’t have it But then to fault Tomorrow Would be wrong When its me At fault For thinking too long Too wide Too soon Too late For thinking and thinking Until it all collates And we are in a muddle A mess Of a puddle Bursting in tears Laughter And fears And all my Wondering She’s blameworthy I'm the neurotic one I can't sit still Until Tomorrow Doesn’t come back Dressed as Today When she will talk And talk And talk And I will wish once again For yesterday When she was All quiet And obnoxious And mysterious All unknown And we will be back in new roles New bodies New tales All over and over and over and over