Lyrics Neil Hammond and Misha Smirnov - Leaving Tomorrow

Leaving Tomorrow
by: Neil Hammond in Lyrics on Nov 03, 2010  

Bags full of dill weed and pears from the Volga
Lebanese rolled on the back of Revolver
Apple cakes cool
While the rag children wait
Their mother is out at the store
Sweet Georgian wine takes its turn round the room
Drunken monks singing and trying to tune
A plywood guitar
Found buried beneath
A pile of shoes at the door
 
You’re leaving tomorrow
But you don’t know what for
Singing the last song
Of the last encore
 
Hallways being blessed with another year’s grace
Fixing your eyes on the icons sad face
That drifts in the smoke
And the alcohol trance
Till another has taken its place
Shake your head slow turning back to the room
Drunken monks sing to a red army tune
Changing each word
While the grandmothers dance
And the old song sinks without trace
 
You’re leaving tomorrow
But you don’t know what for
Singing the last song
Of the last encore
 
Gloss painted hallways and double steel doorways
Carpathian blue and Brittany grey
Butterfly lands
On the microphone stand
On the cold midnight cellar bar floor
And everyone knows it’s the end of the line
As your singing the last verse of wild mountain thyme
It’ll all stay the same
In the last note’s sustain
But you won’t be here anymore
 
You’re leaving tomorrow
But you don’t know what for
Singing the last song
Of the last encore