There’s a pity can in a pouring rain
Waiting to be grabbed and thrown away
There’s a dying fish in a coated tank
Waiting to be dead and fade away
Now I think that is impossible to say
That is easy to pretend to live this way
Now I’m looking back could see the way it ends
That’s what I was yesterday
I’m a plastic bag hanging on a tree
Waiting someone to come and free my wings
I’m a crippled creek with no spring and green
Don’t you wash my desiccated empty stream
Now I think that is impossible to say
That is easy to pretend to live this way
Now I’m holding back could see the way it ends
That’s what I was yesterday yesterday
There’s a little ant crawling up to breathe
Yet it don’t mind getting crushed by them feet
There’s a stump tree that has chopped to feed
Yet it don’t mind making another chair for free
Now I think that is impossible to say
That is easy to pretend to live this way
Now I’m looking back could see the way it ends
That’s what I was yesterday yesterday yesterday
