Another Way to Find You - Chris Smither

    Baby died this morning, now she's underground,
    Oozing self-confidence, her feet are turning brown
    What do you have to say,
    Tomorrow's another day, another way to find you.

    I can hardly see you, I could try
    To tell you all the reasons,
    but I think I'd probably paralyze your mind,
    What do you have to say,
    Tomorrow's another day, another way to find you.

    I've got a feeling I've done something wrong,
    Tell me when you're leaving,
    I can't tell how long I've been gone,
    What do you have to say,
    Tomorrow's another day, another way to find you.

    © 1972 by Chris Smither, Poppy Music/Homunculus Music ASCAP

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