Concrete Blonde Tomorrow, Wendy
It is complete now-two ends of time are neatly tied a one-way street, she's walking to the end of the line and there she meets the faces she sees in her heart and mind They say-goodbye-tomorrow Wendy's going to die underneath the chilly gray November sky we can make believe that Kennedy is still alive we're shooting for the moon and smiling Jackie's driving by They say-good try- tomorrow Wendy's going to die I told the priest-don't count on any second coming. God got his ass kicked the first time He came down here slumming He had the balls to come, the Gall to die and then forgive us- no, I don't wonder why I wonder what he thought it would get us-hey hey, good try- tomorrow Wendy's going to die