Yesterday’s tomorrow as tomorrow is today. The day after the next one so little seems to change. You might milk an empty feeling and the sorrow that it brings. A circle in the meaning. Don’t know who or what to blame. Someday, someway, the river knows something you don’t. Yesterday’s tomorrow as tomorrow is today. And the year after the next one so little seems to change. The first, the last, the leaders, the lost along the way. The trouble up in between us. Got to bend before you break. Someday, someway, the river knows something you don’t. Yesterday’s tomorrow as tomorrow is today. One day after the next one so little seems to change. And you might find the mind to keep on, keeping long the way. Another mile to dream on. Dreaming just the same. Someday, someway, the river knows something you don’t. Yeah, the river knows something you don’t. You don’t. You don’t. Someway you don’t. The river knows something you don’t.
