F Gm
When I'm coming home, my mind starts to roam.
Gm F
I go to bed while picking up speed
F Gm
the surface might say that I'm doing okay
Gm F
that I got what a man might need
F Gm
I got my degree, a brand new tv
Gm F
the parts where I live ain't too bad
F Gm
but I can't recall, none of it all
Gm F
in any dreams I've had
Bb F Bb
I hear myself saying, I'm doing fine my life is a walk through the pines.
F Gm F
But I'm sick and I'm tired, spending my time, putting my tomorrows behind.
F Gm
The sky is big and white and I'm locked inside
Gm F
working all day with a frown
F Gm
I guess I'm just a coward who would need to get fired
Gm F
and banished from this town
Bb F Bb
I think to myself, things weren't trying like tomorrow I'll quit, tough I'm.
F Gm F
but I'm sick and tired spending my time putting my tomorrows behind.
Bb
I think to myself, time after time
F Bb
tomorrow I'll be there in my prime
F Gm F
but I'm sick and I'm tired, cause I know that I'm lying I'm putting my tomorrows behind
F Gm
I'm sick and I'm tired, cause I'm not even trying
Gm F
I'm putting my tomorrows behind.