Tomorrow - Ryan Adams

Pulled into the station

And they’re playing Waylon Jennings

When you’re driving through so late at night

You’ll see the lights are blinding

Yeah, and I’ll be thinking of you

Home, my baby’s going home

My baby’s going home

Tomorrow

A million miles of nothing

Yeah, you’re driving all alone

I can smell you on the pillow

Of the hotel room

Baby, make it and call me soon

Home, my baby’s going home

My baby’s going home

Tomorrow

Home, my baby’s going home

My baby’s going home

Tomorrow