Streets & highway are sheets of ice

Son just called to warn me streets & highway are sheets of ice. Said when he put his car into park, it slid four feet backward down a slight incline. Might wait a little before charging out there. But, you know what?

The sun'll come out tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar that
tomorrow there'll be sun.

Just thinkin' about tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs
and the sorrow till' there's none

When I'm stuck with a day
that's gray and lonely
I just stick up my chin
and grin and say oh

The sun'll come out tomorrow
So you got to hang on till' tomorrow,
come what may!
Tomorrow, tomorrow,
I love ya, tomorrow
You're always a day away

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