T h e    P r o m i s e

( R i c c a r d o   M a c c a b r u n i )


" What can we do tomorrow ? "
There is no answer in our empty bag.
It’s just another day that follow
Our last chance to borrow cash . . .

You follow me,
You don’t ask where it ends this travel
You only mind to collect some miles
Away from your troubles
But every night that pass
I make my last promise
And answer back the question that you’ve never asked.

" So what can we do tomorrow ? "
You smile while sleeping and I’m thinkin’ that
I need another day that follow
For every promise left to tell
For every promise left to tell . . .