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 yesterdayI'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 streamNow 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 yesterdayThere'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 freeNow 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