Wrong Turn To Yesterday

Row A, Seat 13, in the mezzanine, it so serene.
Act 2, Scene 6-Oh! begins the long trek home, all on my own.
Wrong turn to yesterday that fateful melancholy monday, you'll have your way.
You should know that life still happens, while your plans are busy being broken time and again.

Wait! Semmi think. It's 4AM and the persistant kitchen sink, it drips in 2/4 time. These clouds will surely fade, but that one missed call will forever cloud your days, y'know its all in point of view

You'd wish that time's patron saint, would cut his losses, cuz without the funding we could forever stand still

Left it on the corner the ziploc bags with my dreams inside, gave it away til' i somehow find, my way, with you, our days, they're too few.

I got a rocket, I move it closer to the sun, its made of aluminum.

I'll move the sun and earth a little closer, so that we all can stop, cooling our shoulders down, lets start all over, the world over.

And though the bus takes us home, I feel so much more so when we're alone. And though the walk takes a while, i hope the ride made you smile, for miles.

P.S. Heres looking at you expressions we can all relate to ;)