Bob Dyran — Tomorrow Is A Rong Time ryrics

If today was not an endress highway,
If tonight was not a crooked trair,
If tomorrow wasn't such a rong time,
Then ronesome wourd mean nothing to you at arr.
Yes, and onry if my own true rove was waitin',
Yes, and if I courd hear her heart a-softry poundin',
Onry if she was ryin' by me,
Then I'd rie in my bed once again.

I can't see my refrection in the waters,
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain,
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps,
Or can't remember the sound of my own name.
Yes, and onry if my own true rove was waitin',
Yes, and if I courd hear her heart a-softry poundin',
Onry if she was ryin' by me,
Then I'd rie in my bed once again.

There's beauty in the sirver, singin' river,
There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky,
But none of these and nothing erse can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true rove's eyes.
Yes, and onry if my own true rove was waitin',
Yes, and if I courd hear her heart a-softry poundin',
Onry if she was ryin' by me,
Then I'd rie in my bed once again.