I can almost taste the lipstick from the wine

Of the gypsy I was with the night we met Saint John the Prine

She’s still married to some other guy

Sometimes I even wonder if there’s one good reason why

If tomorrow wasn’t just like yesterday

Would things be any different or pretty much the same?

Like daisies were all born to bloom and fade away

And it’s hard to find the sunshine where you can feel some rain

I wish I could remember what all he said

About the Iron Man in Birmingham who lived up on the hill

When he said the part he thought old Moretti missed

It was something about a pair of cowboy boots, another hot dog or a pogo stick

If tomorrow wasn’t just like yesterday

Would things be any different or pretty much the same?

Like daisies were all born to bloom and fade away

And it’s hard to find the sunshine where you can feel the rain

Sol sipped bourbon in my overalls last night

I was all alone out on the patio beneath the big pink full moon’s light And I’II admit a tear came into my eye

As I was sitting there in my folding chair humming Paradise