Song Description

A cautionary piece about how forgetting the past can destroy the future.

Lyrics

I wait now outside at the end of the rope,
pulling you up by your mistletoe.
Drinking you in as I try to hide
my eyes from giving away my desire.

We're moving away from the well-worn path --
back roads and alleys, and cattle cars, and
footsteps and hand claps, and pats on the back
to shake us awake from our holy wars.

And we never saw it, never knew what to say
when the wind from the water had frozen our throats.
And all along, we practiced the way
that we'd tell them when it became yesterday.
Yesterday.

The trumpets were called for the memorial;
they lined up to lend us their harmony.
The ground rose up as we parted ways,
all sipping our delicious ironies.

A bittersweet moment, but ain't that the way?
Well, the best ones at least, but you already know that.
And all along, we heard the men say
they'd be drinking until it was yesterday.
Yesterday.

Let yesterday come, like the morning will,
then it's all said and done, and we've had our fill.

If it's right then it's right and tomorrow will lead us,
the dusk never dawning on yesterday's needless
fight...ing a fight fought forever and then some.
We'll be buying us back with a grandchild's ransom.

We're all overrun with self interest and
the moment has come to acknowledge it.

A better man told us to plan for the winter.
Now the grounds frozen solid, not even a hint of
the dawn coming after the darkest, how they say.
Just walking a line down a hallway to
yesterday.