There’s moments and times, lost rhythms and rhymes, dreams coming up and dreams going down, no need for tomorrow when you’re yesterday’s dream.

I seen the neighborhood boys and wishful dreamin’, girls gone wild on the backbone of drinkin’, flowers unfolding in yesterday’s rain, no need for shelter when your yesterday’s dream.

You’ve got talent but you ain’t got hope, there ain’t no answers for you ’cause you ain’t asking, but none of it matters because you’re yesterday’s dream.

Yesterday’s dream knows no rhythm or sound, ‘cause yesterday’s dream ain’t even around.