[ Yesterday’s mood.]

Tuesday's gone with the wind....
and i can't stand the memories brought to me
by the crimson sunset
it remembers me of those days gone by
those days child.... when you were mine
when i look to the west , i got this heart ache
it seems that the lack of air in my lungs
gets harder when i look back ... to the past
I asked the Lord to tell me what the hell i'm supposed to do
He said - you just don't have to know it now son, that's up to Me
I’ll put things straight over, in the way they should be
y'can't get too high to fly, or else you'll burn your wings in the sun
the past could had been great for you, son, but what's done is done.