(Doane)

Your tea gets cold

but there's nobody to drink it

I make the bed

but no bodies roll and wrinkle it

the conversation lacks a little flare

I'll just go on talking

as if you're still there


I know my name is yesterday and

though you may be done with me

I'm holding on to yesterday

because today has slipped away


You gave it back

now you wear it to remind me

but it doesn't work

it's the very tie that binds me

I pretend that you would be 

my precious bride

but in my heart I know

you wouldn't even heave a sigh


I have a fear of being left behind

it seems to happen all the time

you told me you had to get away

so I guess my name is yesterday

looking at our history

I can see a place I'd rather be

but you can see things another way

so I guess my name is yesterday


I pass your street

I have to take a second look

I just strain my eyes

are you happy now

you're off the hook

my imagination hits me like a stone

I can see quite clearly

that you're not at home