American jazz singer, songwrit… Read Full Bio ↴Born July 11, 1983, in New York City.
American jazz singer, songwriter, pianist. Now signed to Warner Records and working with mega-producer, David Foster, Peter's third CD, the newly titled East of Angel Town, was released in late 2007. This will mark yet another departure as it will be his first release of all original material, all of the songs written or co-written by him and featuring another diverse mix of styles. This album hits more of a rock/pop arena, ranging from ballads to blues to funk to pop, yet always underscored by his amazing talent and piano skills.
Come Tomorrow
Peter Cincotti Lyrics
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We were wearing caps and gowns
My mother took a photograph
I was the only one not smiling, I was too big for this town
I can't believe that I was only 17
A catholic punk who couldn't wait to scream
Come tomorrow
I'll be drinking sunlight and dancing on the moon
I'll find me a girl that suits my ways
Spending all my nights and days
Just singing drunken love songs out of tune
I'll be rolling like a pair of dice, come tomorrow
The trees on Golden Avenue were bitter red this morning
As I shuffled through the crowd
Another dose of daily news, another cup of coffee
The same old runaround
And I turn each corner hoping that I'll see
A miracle just waiting there for me
Come tomorrow
I'll be leaving this worn out, worn down place
I'll be drinking sunlight and dancing on the moon
I'll find me a girl that suits my ways
Spending all my nights and days
Just singing drunken love songs out of tune
I'll be rolling like a pair of dice, come tomorrow
Going nowhere, like leaves are blowing past my window
Caught up in a wind they can't control
That's my story, a two bit kind of Peter Pan
Who never tried for Neverland
And I think it's time to find my wings and go
Come tomorrow
I'll be leaving this worn out, worn down place
I'll be drinking sunlight, dancing on the moon
Find me a girl that suits my ways
Spending all my nights and days
Just singing drunken love songs out of tune
I'm gonna make it up to paradise, come tomorrow
Come tomorrow, come tomorrow
The lyrics of "Come Tomorrow" by Peter Cincotti reflect a longing to leave a familiar but tired and unfulfilling hometown behind in search of adventure and love. The first stanza describes a photograph taken on Golden Avenue during a graduation ceremony, with the singer being the only one in the picture who doesn't smile or seem happy. He remembers being a teenager and feeling out of place in his small, conformist town, eager to rebel against his Catholic upbringing and make his voice heard. Now, looking back as an adult, he realizes how young and naive he was at the time, but he still feels the urge to escape and start anew.
The second stanza paints a picture of the singer's current reality; he's lost in the crowds of the city, trying to find some sense of purpose or hope. He's disillusioned with the routine of his life and dreams of finding a miracle that will change everything. The final stanza speaks of the singer's desire to break free of his past and find his own sense of direction. He feels like a lost child, constantly blown around by the winds of fate, but he knows he needs to take control of his life and fly towards a brighter future. The song ends with a repetition of the chorus, emphasizing the idea of starting fresh and chasing after one's dreams.
Line by Line Meaning
The trees on Golden Avenue were green as Irish morning
I woke up to a beautiful day with sunshine all around, trees were looking as green as an Irish morning.
We were wearing caps and gowns
I was dressed in my graduation robes and cap ready to celebrate my success.
My mother took a photograph
My proud mother wanted to capture the moment by taking a photograph of us on this special day.
I was the only one not smiling, I was too big for this town
Although everyone else was happy and smiling, I wasn't, perhaps because I had outgrown this town or needed to move on.
I can't believe that I was only 17
I was surprised by how young I was when I graduated, or how much I still had to learn and experience.
A catholic punk who couldn't wait to scream
I was a loud, rebellious teenager, excited to speak up and be heard, even if it went against the norm or establishment.
Come tomorrow
Looking forward to the next day with a positive attitude and anticipation.
I'll be leaving this worn out, worn down place
I am planning to move on from this town or situation that has become old and tired, and no longer serves my best interests.
I'll be drinking sunlight and dancing on the moon
I will experience new and exciting things, and be full of joy and happiness, no matter where or when it happens.
I'll find me a girl that suits my ways
I will meet someone who understands me and shares my interests, values, and personality.
Spending all my nights and days
I will devote my time and energy to this new relationship, no matter how much or how little time it takes.
Just singing drunken love songs out of tune
I will express my affection toward this new person in a fun and lighthearted way, without worrying about perfection or correctness.
I'll be rolling like a pair of dice, come tomorrow
I will take my chances and be open to new opportunities, allowing fate to guide me in new and exciting directions.
The trees on Golden Avenue were bitter red this morning
The times have changed, and the same place that used to be bright and green now appears dim and red, perhaps reflecting my mood or perspective.
As I shuffled through the crowd
Feeling lost and disheartened, I wandered aimlessly in a large group of people.
Another dose of daily news, another cup of coffee
I go through the same routine every day without any real change or excitement, with no hope for something extraordinary.
The same old runaround
I feel stuck in a cycle that never ends, with no real progress or improvement.
And I turn each corner hoping that I'll see
Despite my frustrations, I still have a glimmer of hope and optimism that something good might happen soon.
A miracle just waiting there for me
I am searching for a significant change or coincidence, that could turn my life around and make everything better.
Going nowhere, like leaves are blowing past my window
I am moving along with life's course, with no real direction or purpose, just like the leaves that swerve randomly in the wind.
Caught up in a wind they can't control
I am realizing the fact that I am powerless in many areas of life, just like the leaves are controlled by the wind.
That's my story, a two bit kind of Peter Pan
I realize that I have acted immaturely, and have yet to grow up and face reality, just like the artist of Peter Pan who never grew up.
Who never tried for Neverland
I never attempted to create my own world of imagination and possibilities, despite being inspired by the story of Peter Pan.
And I think it's time to find my wings and go
I have come to the realization that it's time for me to take control, find my own path, and move away from this state of stagnation.
I'm gonna make it up to paradise, come tomorrow
I am determined to make my way to the place where I can be fulfilled and content, and that tomorrow is going to be the day I begin that journey.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JOHN BETTIS, PETER CINCOTTI
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