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