Along life's old lane, along memory's street
Lies history's trails ever so mixed
A little bit bitter, a little bit sweet
They all lead to that place where yesterday lives
Sometimes in the corner of my mind, sometimes at my fingertips
My yesterdays are in a container, but the container has no lid
One pull or one trigger has them coming back to me
One pull, one trigger has my memories ready to bleed
Treasure your yesterdays
Lest like dust, they be blown away by the breeze
For they are the vision to those sightless times
When the road is too dark to see
Treasure your tomorrows
They are the yesterdays yet to be
But this is good as your tomorrows
Are the yesterdays that can be fixed
Of all that was to be said
One last thing remains;
The part on the yesterdays we live
The ones that are called 'Today'
Our todays are often taken for granted
Perceived as mere mediums to exist
Why waste your today existing when there's more to it?
Why waste today existing when you can truly live?
Our todays are our opportunities
To guarantee the smile on our lips
When our minds take us on that nostalgic journey
To the place where yesterday lives
