Fawful sat in the Castle Bleck garden, he watched his reflection ripple in the tide pool.

The sun will come out tomorrow.

He missed his sun.

Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be sun.

He poked his reflection, and frowned.

Just thinkin' about tomorrow

Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow

'til there's none

He sighed, and stood up, warping away. He was in Gloam Valley. He walked through the ever present twilight.

When I'm stuck with a day that's grey and lonely

I just stick up my chin and grin and say, oh

The sun will come out tomorrow

So you gotta hang on

'til tomorrow, come what may!

Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow

You're always a day away!

He began to run, just run, no destination in particular. He stopped at the lake, grinning.

When I'm stuck with a day that's grey and lonely

I just stick up my chin and grin and say, oh

The sun will come out tomorrow

So you gotta hang on

'til tomorrow, come what may!

Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow

You're always a day away!

He grinned, at thought that when he went home, everything would seem better.

Tomorrow, tomorrow I love ya tomorrow

You're only a day away ...