This Time Tomorrow

I got an office with my name on the door
My .38 special's my most loyal friend
I got the polaroids spread out on the floor
With a half-empty bottle of johnny red

In walked trouble wearin six inch heels
She was smooth as silk and sharp as a bayonet
She pulled back a chair and her cinnamon hair
And she smiled as she lit up a cigarette

She said hey mister, you're a hard man to find
I said, you got a chair, but can i get you some wine?
She said no, just your time

Cause i tried so hard and it's been so long
But i'm not one for picking up and moving on
But if worse comes to worst i'll be gone
By this time tomorrow

We went back to her apartment under blankets of rain
She was tuggin' at my collar, she was pourin' champagne
Leaving lipstick traces on the side of my neck
And then she pulls me by the necktie to the edge of the bed

She says hey mister, i've been dreaming this for years
I've been chasin' it with whiskey, and drowing my tears
But now you're right here

When i work up in the morning
There was fire in my head
And she was sleeping like a baby
So i left her in bed
Cause she's spent way too many nights out there
Just stumblin' around
Or slumped over in the corner with her head on the ground

I checked the mirror as i put on my coat
You see, i knew i had to leaver her
Cause i knew she couldn't cope
But i left her a note
It said
I tried so hard but it's been too long
And now's the time for picking up and moving on
I'm sorry but i'll be long gone
By this time tomorrow