Tomorrow is a long time...

If today was not an endless highway
If tonight was not a crooked trail
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time
Then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all

I can't see my reflection in the water
I can't speak the sounds that know no pain
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps
Or can't remember the sound of my own name

Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin'
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin'
If only she was lyin' by me
Could I rest in my bed once again

There's beauty in the silver singin' river
There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky
But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty
That I remember in my own true lover's eyes
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