I waited for you/In the spot you said to wait/In the city, on a park bench/In the middle of the pouring rain
Through hushed tones, a torrent of pain is unleashed. She’s trying to keep the faith, waiting for a better tomorrow but as the namesake suggests tomorrow never comes. Downtrodden and soaking wet from the rain, she looks to the future praying that there is something better. She’s ready for another go, but before enduring it once more she takes a break and lets the pain settle in.