Bayonne

<br>By the time I reach tomorrow<br>I won`t be me any way<br>And I`m not collecting sorrow<br>Don`t disengage<br>You can`t finger what you filter<br>When it travels like the clouds floating away<br>I thought he`d never take it this far<br>I can see where this is going<br>As the undertow is pulling me down<br>With your cross examination<br>I`m receding in the teeth of your plow<br>But I wont dig my own grave <br><br><br>By the time I reach tomorrow<br>Will you be there in the you<br>Is your pride too big to swallow<br>Know what`s true<br>Did you figure I would falter<br>When I travel like the clouds floating away<br>I Thought he`d never take it this far<br>I can feel I`m getting smaller<br>As your twisting every word that I say<br>There`s a snare in the forest<br>Under brush where you want me to play<br>But I won`t dig my own grave<br>No I won`t, won`t dig my own grave <br>Bayonne, Bayonne, Bayonne