Tomorrow Morning

She walks the Bolero

She talks in lovely song, baby

She thrives like a dancer

As the evening moves along

I felt this special magic

While the night was young

I knew I'd love her music

Long before our song was sung

Now she paints my simple pillow

With a rainbow of her hair

And I will die tomorrow morning

If I wake up and she's not there

I'm used to needin' no one

When the sun was on the rise

I was glad my bed was empty

When I opened up my eyes

But now we share the sunlight

When the night turns into day

I've got so much love to give her

I've just got to make her stay

For she paints my simple pillow

With a rainbow of her hair

And I will die tomorrow morning

If I wake up and the girl's not there

For she paints my simple pillow

With a rainbow of her hair

I will die tomorrow morning

If I wake up and she's not there

She's not there