I'll Write the Song, You Sing for Me

If tomorrow morning

Is the last time that we'll be together

Then I want you to admit that you were wrong when you said forever

And if the summer of your thinking

Is a leaky ship that is sinking

I want you to save a winter thought for a cloudy day

I have a poorly written song that says

I think you should

And a sad and lonely friend telling

Me you're no good

I wish my brain had a map to tell me

Where my heart should go

I'll write the song that you sing for me, baby

If tomorrow afternoon

Finds me alone in an empty room

Then there are spaces in the places

Where all of your things used to be

And now that you're gone and I am set free

A lonely boy is a terrible thing to be

If tomorrow evening

Is emotionally inconvenient

Then what a pleasure it has been

To have spent this year with you