Yesterday again.

I listen to my radio

waiting for a song I used to know

Suddenly disappeared

into yesterday and yesteryear

All my homeless thoughts are flying 

to the hills where dreams are crying

 

There’s a small world outside with big old memories

and every lovesong shows the good time picture movies

Flowertime in San Francisco

 

’round midnight I can feel

that someone made a tune for me

it’s the time I’ll never share

with someone else who doesn’t care

All my homeless thoughts are flying 

to the hills where dreams are crying

 

There’s a small world outside with big old memories

and every lovesong shows the good time picture movies

Catch a train to Swinging City

 

Yesterday again