how could you ever dream of a place that never existed
and then you tried to reach things that never existed
you pulled yourself right off the ground
and tried to move yourself around
no love was coming to you, my dear
nothing happens around here

and then you cried a lot for the things that you ain't got
you say you cried
so did I
but you cried the tears
I cried of joy

maybe tomorrow never comes

how could you ever dream of a place where everything was right
and then you wanted to be proud, so you did what you were told
and then the jar came inside and there was nothing left to hide
so you tried not to wake up and
you tried just to live and die

and then you cried inside
and you had to swallow your pride
you say you cried
well so did I
but you cried the tears
I cried of joy

maybe tomorrow never comes



(c) Ronnie Timmermans - Jan Biesemans