Linda Hoyle
IT'S THE WORLD

Tonight you search for quarters
In the sofa by the door
Hit the old man with the frying pan
Cause he pushed you to the floor
Danced a tango on your lonesome
While you kissed your arm and whirled
Today we scream and then some
But tomorrow, tomorrow it's the world
Tomorrow it's the world.

Leave the kids in their pyjamas
Let them surf the tv's foam
Throw your clothes around the bedroom floor
Search the bathroom for a comb
Leave him snoring like a snare drum
No more curses to be hurled
Today we cry and then some
But tomorrow, tomorrow it's the world
Tomorrow it's the world.

The world has turned its rapid round
The day is up in smoke
Your soul is in the lost and found
And your heart's a broken joke.

And the wine is no asylum
To escape this underworld
Today we laugh and then some
But tomorrow, tomorrow it's the world
Tomorrow it's the world.

Did you think it would be heaven
All those wishes on the moon
And the wedding with the silver bells
And the warm June honey moon

He was dark and he was handsome
In his arms you felt enfurled
So today you sigh and then some
But tomorrow, tomorrow it's the world
Tomorrow it's the world.

I guess you knew the outcome
When you took his hand and twirled
Today we dance and then some
But tomorrow, tomorrow it's the world
Tomorrow it's the world.