Hello Yesterday
why are you always coming around
there are no tomorrows here
we lie and lay and lout
lean too, and lean for
and bar doors and windows with borrowed iron
fat head man
shaped like an upside down bottle bag
fat head man
why do you never comb your hair?
birds and mice follow you
as if you were gingerbread
you old scoundrel you
there's music among the stoops,
card games too, parties among the funerals
yesterday is always coming around
