I'm leaving tomorrow morning
I'm leaving tomorrow morning,
But I've something left for you.
By the door I've hung my sweater,
Just like me, it's black and blue.
I'm leaving tomorrow morning,
But I've something left for you.
Yesterday I bought some books you'd love,
A home you could always run to.
I'm leaving tomorrow morning,
But I've something left for you.
There's a picture I've framed of us,
Something to remind you of our rendevous.
I'm leaving tomorrow morning,
But I've something left for you.
On the table there's a present,
Something that won't smell like me, something completely brand-new.
I'm leaving tomorrow morning,
But I've something left for you.
On the table there are some letters,
Too much for you to read, for the words I've to say, very few.
I'm leaving tomorrow morning,
But I've something left for you.
An address stamped on an empty letter,
To bring me back to you.
