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.