It’s getting cold outsidenI guess another year’s gone bynI turn that page and can’t remember whennI stopped counting the daysnnHow much more of this can I take?nJust how much more before I break?nSometimes it’s knowing when to sayn“Tomorrow’s just another day”nnYa know I wonder if our hearts are bound to dienAnd why another month's gone bynAnd we’re still spiraling nEverything’s not black and whitenSometimes what’s wrong is what’s so rightnSometimes it’s knowing when to sayn“Tomorrow’s just another day”nnSome nights I drink too muchnAnd other nights, I drink enoughnBut I’m not ever giving upnAnd I’m not gonna lose touchnnTomorrow’s just another day