Time Flies Tomorrow by Paul Westerberg

Time flies tomorrow
But it ain't made a move yet
Time flies tomorrow
And tomorrow will make a day since we've met

Your heart sings a feeling
It don't ache but baby its gonna
Swing from the ceiling
Break like a pinata
Break like a whitecap
In the sand you shiver
With eyes like two hubcaps
At the bottom of the river

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Your hands are like an ovation
An uncertain work of art
I sometimes grow impatient
Gonna tear me apart
Ain't no time for crying
As you stand and deliver
All my thoughts of dying
Are silenced by your river

Time flies tomorrow
And time flies since we met
Time flies tomorrow (and tomorrow isn't here)
Yeah, time flies since we met