The Staves
Gone Tomorrow
Holy Moses, everybody’s gone
Packed up and moving on
Who says good things
Come to those who wait
Well the hour's getting late
And I’m here and I'd wait all year

Time will tell me
Whisper soft and slow
Tell me where to go
You might notice my dishonesty
Well, I'm only twenty-three
And I'm here, waiting all year

Just give me some time to borrow
You're here today, gone tomorrow morning

Pull the trigger
Point it at the sky
We will live or we will die
Still that's something
A beginning or an end
Something to depend and wait on
I've been waiting too long

Just give me some time to borrow
You're here today, gone tomorrow morning

And just give me some time to borrow
You’re here today, gone tomorrow