^AYou^D, you^E never looked so good Si^Appi^Dng li^Efe down like I wish I could But ^Athese^D sober tea^Ers are all that's left to shed Sa^Dndy's s^Eoul, now made of bread

Face down beneath the rubble lies a man Tales of the future already in the past And of himself, well he hasn't much to say But wake the gods, it's droodlin' day

^AHe ^Esai^Dd, I left^E my home where the dead never rose ^ABut the ^Estreets of gold^D I've yet to find ^AAnd^E at t^Dhe end ^Eof the day all you can do is pray ^AWit^Ehout hope^D well^E you might as well be blind, yeah be blind

^ETomorrow ^Acom^Des ^Ea day too soon ^ETomorrow ^Acom^Des ^Ea day too soon

Angel, sweet angel of my youth Where have you gone' You flew away too soon This brick I built now builds a higher wall See it crumble, hear me fall There hangs the fool, who once had it all Chorus

And though the ^Droad has y^Eet to rise On these hun^Adred years that passed me^D by And the bl^Dood with t^Ehe river flows Through^A the cr^Dimson field never sung An^Ed no never sung

Chorus

Ahh ^Awell ^Dyou, yo^Eu never looked so good

Flogging Molly - Tomorrow comes a day too soon