The lost song from the first album, really – partly because it’s clumsy, partly because it’s a little po-faced and serious and partly because it’s hard to play live. All good reasons, but I still like it for the harmonies and the “crap Richard Clapton” guitar break.
I never prayed out loud before
Sunday morning service always made me nervous
I thought that you and I could call it square
And never seen no miracles
Nothing as divine as Richmond in the finals
I never saw no proof that you were there anywhere
Oh Lord, send me a gorgeous storm
Let me face your cold embrace
Deliver me out of the warm
Tomorrow is gonna be fine
Are you tryin’ to send me under or make me lose my mind?
Tomorrow – this could be the end of the line
Crops are disappearing but I keep hearing
“tomorrow is gonna be fine”
We’re filling up the public bar
Why you wanna harm us weatherbeaten farmers
We’re drinking up to stop from falling down
We’re trying not to look outside
Everything is dusty
Slowly getting rusty
We’re trying to stick with the sorrow we can drown in a little town
Oh Lord, make it all disappear
End this drought for the newly devout
I’ll sing your praises all year
Tomorrow is gonna be fine
Are you tryin’ to send me under or make me lose my mind?
Tomorrow – this could be the end of the line
Crops are disappearing but I keep hearing
“tomorrow is gonna be fine”
Feel my desperation for precipitation
This could be the end of the line
Crops are disappearing
I keep hearing “tomorrow”, “tomorrow”, “tomorrow”…