A self-made man, my voice of truth
Longing for you to approve
A teenage boy, and an angry dad
Both unaware of what we had
How I long for Yesterday
Before the swells of time took you away
I suppose I see a bit of you in me
Or maybe all that’s left is this faded memory
Time moves on, we all grow old
The master plan to unfold
Oh such a shame, that you’re gone
With so many things that I did wrong
How I long for Yesterday
Before the swells of time took you away
I suppose I see a bit of you in me
Or maybe all that’s left is this faded memory
How I long for Yesterday
Before the swells of time took you away
I suppose I see a bit of you in me
Or maybe all that’s left is this faded memory
All that’s left is my old faded memory