Lyrics Catherine Feeny

Catherine Feeny

Always Tonight

I'm driving home

I think that it's Friday

Another week is gone

How the days slip by me

I remember when I was a child

And my parents told me how time flies

I thought it was a lie

Sitting on top of my hands

Watching the world go by

Tapping my feet on the floor

Wondering, wondering why

Things don't work out right

No they never seem to work out right

But there's always tonight

There's always tonight

So, I'm late again

I hate to be early

Making you wait again

Cause I'm thinking that surely

You don't mind the time

Like I mind, like I mind the time

Sitting on top of my hands

Watching the world go by

Tapping my feet on the floor

Wondering, wondering why

Things don't work out right

No they never seem to work out right

Nothing ever works out right

No it never ever works out right

But there's always tonight

There's always tonight

Lying awake

I think about tomorrow

How many miles it would take

To walk around this sorrow

Sitting on top of my hands

Watching the world go by

Tapping my feet on the floor

Wondering, wondering why

Sitting on top of my hands

I am sitting on top of my hands

And things don't work out right

No they never seem to work out right

But there's always tonight