he tells me to stand out
to be myself and to be
noticed in a crowd
all i want is for
the crowd to slide by
and i'm telling him
i'm ready for tomorrow
when i had till yesterday
and i'm too late
again
i've got footprints tracing
back to last saturday
and trails of my mind
are streamin past next tuesday
and he thinks i'm
mixed up and i
don't know how to tell
up from left and right from west
he says
keep your back straight
that upper lip of yours stiff
you'll do alright
and i'm wishing
that i could go slack once
in a while that i could
relax
with my up left right west
in tomorrow's yesterday
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