Spring has come
My mask is falling off my face
I got in touch with the critters
Living in my space
This little cat I call harold
Wandered my front yard
I bought a piece pipe
So I could indulge in the vice
I started playing shows again
I'm walking on thin ice
So I ask myself
In one or two years
I'm a bit of an amateur
But I think you should try
To get what you wanna do
What I say is not the truth
I just want to know
What time your leaving
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow