| 歌曲 | Tomorrow Is a Long Time |
| 歌手 | Rod Stewart |
| 专辑 | Every Picture Tells a Story |
| 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 you at all | |
| Ah but only if my own true love is waitin' | |
| Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin' | |
| only if she were lying by me | |
| would I rest in my bed once again | |
| I can't see my reflection in the mirror | |
| I can't speak the sounds that show no pain | |
| I can't hear the echoes of my footsteps | |
| and can't remember the sound of my own name | |
| Ah but only if my own true love is waitin' | |
| Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin' | |
| only if she were lying by me | |
| would I rest in my bed once again | |
| There's beauty in the silver singin' river | |
| There's beauty in the sunlight in the sky | |
| But none of these, and nothing else | |
| can steal the beauty | |
| that I remember in my true love's eyes | |
| Ah but only if my own true love is waitin' | |
| Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin' | |
| only if she were lying by me | |
| would I rest in my bed once again |
| 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 you at all | |
| Ah but only if my own true love is waitin' | |
| Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin' | |
| only if she were lying by me | |
| would I rest in my bed once again | |
| I can' t see my reflection in the mirror | |
| I can' t speak the sounds that show no pain | |
| I can' t hear the echoes of my footsteps | |
| and can' t remember the sound of my own name | |
| Ah but only if my own true love is waitin' | |
| Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin' | |
| only if she were lying by me | |
| would I rest in my bed once again | |
| There' s beauty in the silver singin' river | |
| There' s beauty in the sunlight in the sky | |
| But none of these, and nothing else | |
| can steal the beauty | |
| that I remember in my true love' s eyes | |
| Ah but only if my own true love is waitin' | |
| Yes and if I could hear her heart a softly poundin' | |
| only if she were lying by me | |
| would I rest in my bed once again |