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 This 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 Wont 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 This 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
Bayonne, Bayonne, Bayonne