Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
(Shakespeare: Macbeth)
I know, a bit macabre, but it’s the only one I could think of about ‘tomorrow’.
My Uncle will be coming up tomorrow to help with the electrical issue I have.
Oh here is a better one:
Tomorrow tomorrow
I love you tomorrow
You’re always a day away…..
(Annie, a musical for those not familiar)