Talk of yesterday

And she will show her brothers

Photographed in callous clothes

Say tommorow

And she'll say, "Come find me on a beach

And there will be no moon."

But say today

And she will kiss your face

And maybe forget



Talk of yesterday

Like bargain shoe strings

She will kick the car and find her friends

Say tommorow

And then she'll describe

Some old communion cups and someone's coat

But say today

And she may look your way

And lead you home