Talk of yesterday and she will show her brothers
Photographed in callous clothes
Say tomorrow and she'll say
Come find me on a beach and there will be no moon
But say today and she will kiss your face
And maybe forget
Talk of yesterday like bargain shoe strings
She will kick the car and find her friends
Say tomorrow and then she'll describe
Some old communion cups and someone's coat
But say today and she may look your way
And lead you home