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 shoestring
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