I don't want to go to sleep, I don't want to be awake.
Don't want to go someplace that I cannot escape.
I don't want to be sideways, I don't want to be straight.
I don't want to go right now, I do not want to wait.
So give me tomorrow and I'll miss yesterday,
But I won't pretend like I know it all today.
Well I know what's right, and I know what ain't.
It's hard to feel united in this here state.
Go on /Go on, my babe.
Go on, honey.
Go on /Go on, my babe.
Go on all the way.
I don't want to fight. I don't want to run away.
I don't want to turn my back or laugh in your face.
I don't want to preach for preaching's sake,
But it seems we're sleeping in this bed we made.
So give me tomorrow and we can laugh at yesterday
But I won't pretend there ain't nothing wrong today.
And I don't want to close my eyes on the progress that we've made
But for every inch there's a mile of mistakes.
Go on /Go on, my babe.
Go on, honey.
Go on /Go on, my babe.
Go on all the way.
I don't want to be a painter anymore, not this way.
They like what I'm saying just "change the color of the paint."
Would you buy my work on the worth of the frame?
It used to be I'd make everything I made.
So give me tomorrow and we can get past yesterday.
Is this one of them things, some passing phase,
Where we all get up in arms but our arms are slow to raise.
People die, and buildings go up in flames.
Go on /Go on, my babe.
Go on, honey.
Go on /Go on, my babe.
Go on all the way.
I don't want to be a writer anymore, not this way.
I may as well have been an actor so you could tell me what to say.
Or maybe a marionette so you could move my arms and legs,
I may as well drive out to Montauk on Memorial Day.
So give me tomorrow and we can get forget yesterday.
It's this modern focus that's so hard to maintain.
A flash in the pan, short-term gain.
No I don't want to be a writer anymore, not that way.
Go on /Go on, my babe.
Go on, honey.
Go on /Go on, my babe.
Go on all the way.