In the land of yesterdays
I’m gone fishing in a velvet haze
In the land of yesterdays
Pink carnations in a plastic vase
In the land of yesterdays
Shadows are falling on a tender plain

Hey little kid, come in from the cold
Your father is sick and your things must be sold
An orphanage sits in the snow
Of a winter you lost long ago

They teach the girls sewing and cooking and baking
They teach the boys hunting and money making
And the mission bells toll on and on
And lead us to days that have gone
Gone...Gone...

In the land of yesterdays
I’m running blindly after neon trains
In the land of yesterdays
The moon like fire in a horse's mane
In the land of yesterdays
Shadows are falling on a tender plain

You can never return (turn back, turn back)
You can never return (turn back, turn back)
You can never return (turn back, turn back)
That island has burned