(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