Lyrics Lorrie Morgan

Lorrie Morgan

Between Midnight And Tomorrow

Somewhere between midnight and tomorrow

You'll want to be free of your constant sorrow

I'll offer a bed of roses for your bed of nails

You'll be drawn to my perfume, but the whisky will prevail

Then somewere between midnight and tomorrow

I'll have more trouble then I could ever borrow

You'll stagger and crawl and wind up on your knees

And I'll witness the fall of the man you used to be

And I'll pull off your boots and I'll turn out the lights

And I'll sit by the window but I will not fight

There'll be room for thinkin' in a night that's so hollow

And I'll make up my mind between midnight and tomorrow

So many times I patiently follow

The road that winds between midnigth and tomorrow

But now I'm not sure if it leads anywhere

Cause now I'm not sure if you even cared

And I'll pull off your boots and I'll turn out the lights

And I'll sit by the window but I will not fight

There'll be room for thinkin' in a night that's so hollow

And I'll make up my mind between midnight and tomorrow

And I'll make up my mind between midnight and tomorrow

Somewhere between midnight and tomorrow

I will be free of this constant sorrow