This Is Tomorrow

Here in the hush of evening

On a night in June

Overhearing conversations

Baying at the moon

Suddenly a voice I’m hearing’s

Sweet to my ear

This is tomorrow calling

Wishing you were here

Laying in my motel bedroom

Feeling ceiling blues

Wall to wall a TV’s twitching

Clearly not a muse

Then flashing through the interference

Beams a thousand tunes

This is tomorrow calling

What have I to lose?

Trucking by the railway station

I’m on the road again

Steering clear of all temptation

Unto the point of pain

When steaming through on cue I hear that wailing whistle blow

If this is tomorrow calling

Oh what a way to go

Day to day you live old-fashioned

Hi-toned, fancy free

A double take, an image-spitting

Tailored to a T

While history is telling you

The same old thing

This is tomorrow calling

Let’s stick a new oar in

This is tomorrow calling

Y’all and come on in