| He said «How's tomorrow?»
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| Then he drove back to town
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| Thinking she might follow
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| Hoping she might stick around
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| It was only the thunder
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| That held up the train
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| But in that first flash of lightning
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| He saw her face in the rain
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| He learned truth in the meaning
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| Of love at first sight
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| And when he said «How's tomorrow?»
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| He meant the rest of his life
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| chorus
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| Little moments in time are hard to define
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| Frozen forever, locked up in our minds
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| The reasons we’re right there at a point in our lives
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| Isn’t ours for the asking, isn’t ours to decide
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| It’s not always but often, but when that moment arrives
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| When we say «How's tomorrow?»
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| We mean the rest of our lives
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| She stayed on a while
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| Feeling drawn to that place
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| Could it be the dark stranger
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| Or something she sensed as fate
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| She was always a dreamer
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| She spent her life on the rails
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| Working jobs through the heartland
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| To keep some wind in her sails
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| But when he stepped from the darkness
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| Out into the light
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| And when he said «How's tomorrow?»
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| She saw the rest of her life
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| When that moment arrives
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| When we say «How's tomorrow»?
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| We mean the rest of our lives
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| How’s tomorrow… |