[ONE MALE LEAD VOCAL] [ONE FEMALE CHARACTER CAMEO AT BRIDGE ONLY] [Intro — dry, close male voice] Wasn't looking for anything. Then there you were. [breath] Ask me tomorrow. [Verse 1 — low chest, behind the beat] Had the whole night figured out till you moved a little closer. Don't know if it was the song or the way you never rushed me. You didn't ask where this was going. Didn't ask me to stay. [small pause] I stayed another song anyway. Your hand left the table. Mine went looking for it. Guess my body answered first. [Pre-Chorus — percussion subtracts] Don't ask where this goes when I haven't left yet. Don't say forever. Don't say never. Just give me another minute. [Chorus — groove opens] Ask me tomorrow. Tonight I'm right here. Don't know what this turns into when the morning gets here. But I know what I want now. I know I don't want you gone. Ask me tomorrow. Tonight, stay another song. [Post-Hook — register floats] Ask me... tomorrow. [short guitar answer] [Verse 2 — warmer, more playful] Street was almost empty. You were still beside me. You asked what I'm doing Sunday. I said, “Why, you asking?” [small smile] You didn't try to talk me into anything. Didn't make the moment bigger than it was. Maybe that's why I kept letting it become a little more. [Pre-Chorus 2] Don't ask me to name a feeling while it's still moving through me. Some things get smaller the second you tell them what they are. [Chorus] Ask me tomorrow. Tonight I'm right here. Don't know what this turns into when the morning gets here. But I know what I want now. I know I don't want you gone. Ask me tomorrow. Tonight, stay another song. [Post-Hook] Ask me... tomorrow. [Bridge — beat disappears] I almost said... “if I see you again...” [long space] but what came out was— “when.” [silence] [FEMALE CAMEO — low dry smoky alto, amused] When? [MALE — half-smile, chest voice] Don't start. [FEMALE — tiny amused breath] Mm-hm. [bass returns alone] [Final Chorus — full male vocal range] Ask me tomorrow. You're still right here tonight. Don't know what this becomes... and right now I don't need to. Ask me tomorrow. Maybe morning changes my mind. Maybe it's one night. Maybe I'm already making room for the next one. [upper mixed release] Ask me... [falsetto self-shadow] tomorrow. [groove falls away] [Outro — intimate baritone] Ask me tomorrow. [pause] When.
