Sitting back watching the trees move when the wind moves
I look back to yesterday.

Those moments of the past now become my present
as my head is shown fragments.

There goes my friend from long ago smiling like a fool
but only smiling because I smiled like a fool too.

There goes the tears salting the blanket
as I hear the screams of my mother and sister.

There he goes walking trying to fit in with the crowd
when I know he would fit in with me at my side.

There she goes on with her pretty face smiling and laughing but knowing we may
never see each other again.

There I go looking forward watching myself as I look back to yesterday.