At the sarting of the week At summit talks you'll hear them speak It's only Mobday Negotiations breaking down See those leaders start to frown It's sword and gun day Tomorrow never comes until it's too late You could be sitting taking lunch The news will hit you like a punch It's only Tuesday You feel a shaking on the ground A billion candles burn around Is it your birthday? Tomorrow never comes until it's too late Tomorrow never comes until it's too late Make tomorrow come I think it's too late