Too Many Of My Yesterdays

So many years ago I thought you were the one...

who knows when people change, surrender into strangeness,

adrift upon their lives, encompassed by the past;

who knows which one becomes the last goodbye?

Don't try to tell me nothing dies.

Don't try to tell me nothing's changed,

don't try to tell me nothing's new,

too many of my yesterdays belong to you.

Tell me about it, talk to me - I hear it coming, I feel it coming,

the way you want this thing to be.

You're only trading on our memories

don't go and say you still love me.

I shelved my broken heart, I put you from my mind,

I got up from my knees, I picked up all my pieces,

but seeing you again puts shakes into my soul.

Just when I think I'm finally over you,

don't come and show me that's not true.

Oh, tell me about it, have your way; I see it coming, I hear it coming,

I know what you're about to say.

You've had too many of my yesterdays,

and I don't want to fall again.

You're trading on my memories, you're trading in a rosy past;

you know I'm lost on stormy seas, but I still stand before the mast,

beneath the stars and under sail towards horizons out of true....

Behind the dance of seven veils I still see you....

Tell me about it, have your way....

Don't try to tell me nothing's changed,

don't try to tell me nothing's new,

too many of my yesterdays are lost in you.