Time Flies Tomorrow - Paul Westerberg

Time flies tomorrow

But it ain’t made a move yet

Time flies tomorrow

And tomorrow will make a day since we’ve met

Your heart sings a feeling

It don’t ache but baby its gonna

Swing from the ceiling

Break like a pinata

Break like a whitecap

In the sand you shiver

With eyes like two hubcaps

At the bottom of the river

Time flies tomorrow

But it ain’t made a move yet

Time flies tomorrow

And tomorrow will make a day since we’ve met

Your hands are like an ovation

An uncertain work of art

I sometimes grow impatient

Gonna tear me apart

Ain’t no time for crying

As you stand and deliver

All my thoughts of dying

Are silenced by your river

Time flies tomorrow

And time flies since we met

Time flies tomorrow (and tomorrow isn’t here)

Yeah, time flies since we met