That’s What I Was Yesterday

There’s a pity can in a pouring rain

Waiting to be grabbed and thrown away

There’s a dying fish in a coated tank

Waiting to be dead and fade away

 

Now I think that is impossible to say

That is easy to pretend to live this way

Now I’m looking back could see the way it ends

That’s what I was yesterday

I’m a plastic bag hanging on a tree

Waiting someone to come and free my wings

I’m a crippled creek with no spring and green

Don’t you wash my desiccated empty stream

Now I think that is impossible to say

That is easy to pretend to live this way

Now I’m holding back could see the way it ends

That’s what I was yesterday yesterday

There’s a little ant crawling up to breathe

Yet it don’t mind getting crushed by them feet

There’s a stump tree that has chopped to feed

Yet it don’t mind making another chair for free

Now I think that is impossible to say

That is easy to pretend to live this way

Now I’m looking back could see the way it ends

That’s what I was yesterday yesterday yesterday