Nobody in my neighborhood
Sees me sleeping in the bushes in my yellow hat
And my big black boots made of Indian rubber
And my heart in a shopping bag

And nobody in my neighborhood
Hears my private conversations with the little people
Who live in a house inside my head
Me and the Seven Dwarfs

Nobody in my neighborhood
Wants to know that I'm alive
They see me standing on the corner
And walk on by

And nobody in my neighborhood
Knows I'm watching what they're doing
And writing it down on tablets of stone
They don't believe I'm Jesus Christ, King of kings

No, nobody in my neighborhood
Wants to know that I'm alive
They see me standing on the corner and walk on by
They hear me howling at the moon and they know that I am

Nobody in my neighborhood
I don't exist in a traditional way
My voice is the wind, my body's a tree
My clothes are yesterday's news

And nobody in my neighborhood
Sees me sleeping in the bushes in my yellow hat
And my big black boots made of Indian rubber
And my heart in a shopping bag

Nobody in my neighborhood
Wants to know that I'm alive
They see me standing on a corner and walk on by
They hear my howling at the moon and they walk on by
They see my laying in the street and they walk on by

But I remember a time
Seems so long ago
When we sat in the moonlight
And somebody sang
They sang a song so sweet
It was just for me
They sang:

Tonight you're mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
But will you love me tomorrow?

Will You Love Me Tomorrow? Copyright Goffin & King