The trees on Golden Avenue were green as Irish morning   We were wearing caps and gowns   My mother took a photograph   I was the only one not smiling, I was too big for this town   I can't believe that I was only 17   A catholic punk who couldn't wait to scream      Come tomorrow   I'll be leaving this worn out, worn down place   I'll be drinking sunlight and dancing on the moon   I'll find me a girl that suits my ways   Spending all my nights and days   Just singing drunken love songs out of tune   I'll be rolling like a pair of dice, come tomorrow      The trees on Golden Avenue were bitter red this morning   As I shuffled through the crowd   Another dose of daily news, another cup of coffee   The same old runaround   And I turn each corner hoping that I'll see   A miracle just waiting there for me      Come tomorrow   I'll be leaving this worn out, worn down place   I'll be drinking sunlight and dancing on the moon   I'll find me a girl that suits my ways   Spending all my nights and days   Just singing drunken love songs out of tune   I'll be rolling like a pair of dice, come tomorrow      Going nowhere, like leaves are blowing past my window   Caught up in a wind they can't control   That's my story, a two bit kind of Peter Pan   Who never tried for Neverland   And I think it's time to find my wings and go      Come tomorrow   I'll be leaving this worn out, worn down place   I'll be drinking sunlight, dancing on the moon   Find me a girl that suits my ways   Spending all my nights and days   Just singing drunken love songs out of tune   I'm gonna make it up to paradise, come tomorrow   Come tomorrow, come tomorrow