------------------------------------------------------------- Nordic Discord Challenge w. 71 Genre: Bluegrass Theme: Procrastination Challenge Playlist: https://suno.com/playlist/c55905d6-ef12-4cae-b398-79d88d7d640b Want to join Nordic Discord Challenge? Check out the Swedish chat on the SUNO Discord server! ------------------------------------------------------------- LYRICS ---------------------------------- The sun came up, I swore I’d change Poured my coffee just the same Sat out back and watched the sky While my better angels packed and cried Got a list that drags the floor Still ain’t touched a single chore Kickin’ stones and wastin’ light Swear I’ll start this thing tonight Hear that old clock rattle slow Like a hungry dog below Every hour sings the same: “Boy, you’ve gone and lost the day” Oh tomorrow, sweet tomorrow That’s the song I always sing Borrowed time and busted dreams A pocket full of broken things Oh tomorrow, cursed tomorrow Like a drunk who swears he’s through Raise my glass, then raise excuse Same old dance, same old noose Dust collects on all my plans Like dirt on idle, empty hands Boots ain’t walked an honest mile Just paced this house in crooked style Round and round this room I roam Making circles out of home Stubborn as a fence-post mule Lazy, haunted, tired, and fooled Hear that old floor creak and sigh Like it knows another lie Every board beneath my feet Knows I love defeat too deep Oh tomorrow, sweet tomorrow That’s the song I always sing Borrowed time and busted dreams A pocket full of broken things Oh tomorrow, cursed tomorrow Like a drunk who swears he’s through Raise my glass, then raise excuse Same old dance, same old noose One more smoke One more chair One more hour of empty air One more lie One more stall Never built a thing at all Crow on fence, black as coal Knows this habit owns my soul Oh tomorrow, sweet tomorrow That’s the song I always sing Borrowed time and busted dreams A pocket full of broken things Oh tomorrow, cursed tomorrow Wore that word down paper-thin Say I’ll start and swear I will Still I never do begin Tomorrow Tomorrow That old familiar sin Tomorrow I won’t begin Ah hell… maybe Tuesday.
