by the time i reach tomorrow i won\'t be me any way and i\'m not collecting sorrow don\'t disengage
you can\'t finger what you filter when it travels like the clouds floating away
i thought he\'d never take it far i can see where this is going as the undertow is pulling me down with your cross examination i\'m receding in the teeth of your plow but i won\'t dig my own grave
by the time i reach tomorrow will you be there in the you is your pride too big to swallow know what\'s true
did you figure i would falter when i travel like the clouds floating away
i thought he\'d never take it far i can feel i\'m getting smaller as your twisting every word that i say there\'s a snare in the forest under brush where you want me to play but i won\'t dig my own grave no i won\'t won\'t dig my own grave
