It was my dad maybe it's motherAunt or uncle a sister or brotherCousin or a friendOr maybe it's all of themThey start saying that tomorrow they'll be doneAnother day passes and it's just as the other oneSoon you'll start living their lives tooAnd they keep saying that tomorrow they'll be doneToday and the next day but tomorrow it never comesWould you have me turn my blind black eyeTo what I've seen your dt's do to youHave me sit and watch it suck the life right out of youYou try and help them knock that monkey off their backBut he just hides for a while in his sackLike a needle in their arm is a bottle to their needAnd they keep saying that tomorrow they'll be doneToday and the next day but tomorrow it never comesA life full of those tomorrows piled one up on top of oneAnd you know that it's in the family and now it's your turn sonPeople fighting to keep their lives and homes togetherKeep them full of love, hope and dreams as they once wereWhere people live and care about one anotherSo please stop saying, so please stop sayingSo please stop saying that tomorrow you'll be doneToday and the next day but tomorrow it just never comesA life full of those tomorrows piled one up on top of oneAnd you know that it's in the family and now it's your turn son