When I'm coming home, my mind starts to roam I go to bed while picking up speed The surface may say I'm doing okay That I got what a man might need I got my degree, a brand new TV The parts where I live ain't too bad But I can't recall, none of it all In any dreams I've had I hear myself saying, I'm doing fine My life is a walk through the pines But I'm sick and I'm tired, spending my time Putting my tomorrows behind The sky is big and white and I'm locked inside Working all day with a frown I guess I'm just a coward who would need to get fired And banished from this town I think to myself Things weren't trying like tomorrow I'll quit, though I But I'm sick and tired, spending my time Putting my tomorrows behind I think to myself, time after time Tomorrow I'll be there in my prime But I'm sick and I'm tired, 'cause I know that I'm lying I'm putting my tomorrows behind I'm sick and I'm tired, 'cause I'm not even trying I'm putting my tomorrows behind