I know it’s true, but I’m sorry to say
Yesterdays a day away.
Nothing I can do to make it stay like that.
Ain’t that a fact.
I know it’s true, but I’m sorry to say
I just can’t handle things this way.
I know it’s late, but I’d like to stay a while, see you smile.
Will you meet me in the morning, with sun fresh on the dew?
Will you meet me in the afternoon, made just for me and you?
Will you meet me in the evening, when the nighttime starts to crawl?
Will you meet me in the hall?
Will you meet me on the wall?