It was my dad maybe it's mother Aunt or uncle a sister or brother Cousin or a friend Or maybe it's all of them They start saying that tomorrow they'll be done Another day passes and it's just as the other one Soon you'll start living their lives too And they keep saying that tomorrow they'll be done Today and the next day but tomorrow it never comes Would you have me turn my blind black eye To what I've seen your dt's do to you Have me sit and watch it suck the life right out of you You try and help them knock that monkey off their back But he just hides for a while in his sack Like a needle in their arm is a bottle to their need And they keep saying that tomorrow they'll be done Today and the next day but tomorrow it never comes A life full of those tomorrows piled one up on top of one And you know that it's in the family and now it's your turn son People fighting to keep their lives and homes together Keep them full of love, hope and dreams as they once were Where people live and care about one another So please stop saying, so please stop saying So please stop saying that tomorrow you'll be done Today and the next day but tomorrow it just never comes A life full of those tomorrows piled one up on top of one And you know that it's in the family and now it's your turn son