Смысл текста песни "All Our Tomorrows" исполнителя "Joe Cocker"

Baby, baby, here, look at me, yes, I know, I know

Maybe, maybe, it's not worth a damn

All the things we do to ourselves, we don't understand

But who can say what tomorrow will be, we'll see

All our tomorrows find their own ways

And hear the sound of a distant thunder fading away

Well, every lonely night

We'll make our own brand new delight

And take all the comfort we may

Baby, baby, just look at me,

Yes, it shows how it shows

Nothing worked out but I thought it would

I could've done worst in a soul,

I must have done good

But who can say what tomorrow will be, we'll see

All our tomorrows find their own ways

And hear the sound of a distant thunder fading away

For every lonely night

we'll make our own brand of delight

And take all the comfort we may

I found a love in the strangest place

And refuge from the cold of the night

In a stranger's face, your face

For every lonely night

we'll make our own brand of delight

And take all the comfort we may

All our tomorrows find their own ways

All our tomorrows fading away