Pink Martini

If tomorrow's sun doesn't shine
If no creatures stir in the morning time
If the clouds go still in the sky
And the days roll in and pass us by
I will ride your elevator
We'll stay out 'til it is later
If tomorrow's sun doesn't shine
At least I'll have my Clementine
If tomorrow's moon doesn't show
If our dreams go lost in the winter snow
And the flowers wither and die