Saw a man at the end of my street last night
Smoking a cigarette
I wondered what he was waiting for
Maybe something he couldn't forget
I started walking down that way
When he saw me he turned and fl ed
He was writing something on the wall
When I walked up to it, it read:
Are you waiting for tomorrow
Are you waiting for your wings
The night will make you promises
The Morning Never Brings
From the gallows to the galleries
Hang anything you please
But sooner or later
You're bound to wind up on your knees
There's seven sacred winds that cry
And they howl like a ghost
So painful are the dreams, the ones
That pass you by so close
The jester jokes
The poet quotes
What my sweet lover sings
The night will make you promises
The Morning Never Brings
So before I lay me down to sleep
Gonna sing me a prayer tonight
That maybe come tomorrow
Might fi nd a little leak of light
But still I'm hearing voices
Voices I can't ignore
That tell me there's a better life
Waiting outside my door
Are you waiting for tomorrow
Are you waiting on your wings
The night will make you promises
The Morning Never Brings
The night will make you promises
The Morning Never Brings