In the land of yesterdays I’m gone fishing in a velvet haze In the land of yesterdays Red 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 And the mission bells toll on and on And lead us to days that have gone Gone...Gone... In thе land of yesterdays I’m running blindly after nеon 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