Tomorrow from Bad Apple by Sam Bayer

I'm at the mercy of my muse
She's sabotaging my career
She calls me up with some excuse
Or stops by when I'm not here
I'm waiting for my inspiration
I swear it's not procrastination

Just a sec, I'm almost done
I hope I'm not the only one
Today slipped away like a shadow in the sun
Like a frisbee in the breeze, or a con man in a crowd
I'll finish it tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
Yes, I'll finish it tomorrow

I've got a list of tasks to do
It's a bottomless abyss
Each day presents a thing or two
Plus the several that I miss
I write them down so I'll forget them
Can't bother me if I don't let them

What's the rush, hold the phone,
Keep your pants on, where's the fire?
Today slipped away like the last note of a choir
Like a frisbee in the breeze, or a con man in a crowd
I'll finish it tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
Yes, I'll finish it tomorrow

There was gonna be a bridge
And it was supposed to be right here
It was supposed to lay the groundwork for the verse that's yet to come
But today slipped away like the foam atop a beer
Or a sunbeam on the floor, or a football in a scrum

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Something something something something something
Something something blah blah blah
As we approach the final chorus
This song still holds a message for us

Catch your breath, take your time
It's a better paradigm
Let today slip away like the vowel in a rhyme
Like a frisbee in the breeze, or a con man in a crowd
You can finish it tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
You can finish it tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
Yes, you can finish it tomorrow

• Acoustic
• pop folk singer songwriter
• Boston