About Yesterday
John Prine in the afternoon
Writers Tears from nine till two
Spilling on the page
More last week than Yesterday
Don't tell me to hold on
Like some old water tower
On the edge of town, on the edge of town
Looking down down down
I been waving my hands in the air
Oh for days now
Sorrow just sits and stares
Wearing that crown crown
Sometimes I wonder
If I count to three
If I were to tap my heels
Could I be worthy
John Prine in the afternoon
Writers Tears from nine till two
Spilling on the page
More last week than Yesterday
Sea of thorns across my feet
Barricades and old concrete
Lion in a cage
Oh the truth gets in the way
Sometimes I think back
I think back to ninety three
Such a different world
When you and me
Would spend the afternoon
Down at the Surf n Tide
Photo in black and white
With your eyes so bright and wide
I couldn't help but smile
Watching Lenny play
Laying it down
Always something real to say
John Prine in the afternoon
Writers Tears from nine till two
Spilling on the page
More last week than Yesterday
Sea of thorns across my feet
Barricades and old concrete
Lion in a cage
Oh the truth gets in the way
Blue skies and butterflies
All things you try and hold on to
With both hands
Squeeze tight but time
Keeps moving on
Keeps moving on
Keeps moving
John Prine in the afternoon
Writers Tears from nine till two
Spilling on the page
More last week than Yesterday
Sea of thorns across my feet
Barricades and old concrete
Lion in a cage
Oh the truth gets in the way
Writers Tears from nine till two
Spilling on the page
More last week than Yesterday
Don't tell me to hold on
Like some old water tower
On the edge of town, on the edge of town
Looking down down down
I been waving my hands in the air
Oh for days now
Sorrow just sits and stares
Wearing that crown crown
Sometimes I wonder
If I count to three
If I were to tap my heels
Could I be worthy
John Prine in the afternoon
Writers Tears from nine till two
Spilling on the page
More last week than Yesterday
Sea of thorns across my feet
Barricades and old concrete
Lion in a cage
Oh the truth gets in the way
Sometimes I think back
I think back to ninety three
Such a different world
When you and me
Would spend the afternoon
Down at the Surf n Tide
Photo in black and white
With your eyes so bright and wide
I couldn't help but smile
Watching Lenny play
Laying it down
Always something real to say
John Prine in the afternoon
Writers Tears from nine till two
Spilling on the page
More last week than Yesterday
Sea of thorns across my feet
Barricades and old concrete
Lion in a cage
Oh the truth gets in the way
Blue skies and butterflies
All things you try and hold on to
With both hands
Squeeze tight but time
Keeps moving on
Keeps moving on
Keeps moving
John Prine in the afternoon
Writers Tears from nine till two
Spilling on the page
More last week than Yesterday
Sea of thorns across my feet
Barricades and old concrete
Lion in a cage
Oh the truth gets in the way
Credits
Writer(s): Lynne Hanson, Blair Michael Hogan
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