I see an exit sign upon the freeway everyday. I turned there when it took me home so many times. The exit sign is still there but it doesn’t take me to the same old place though it lures me and I’m silly enough to turn there occasionally as though I could find yesterday. Only the house remains. The mailbox has a different name.
EXIT SIGN TO YESTERDAY
That freeway exit sign
Still leads to yesterday
Follow that old black top
The house is down that way
The place is full of stories
And there’s a back bedroom
In love’s finest moments
We helped the baby boom
Why did time have to change us
And Fate so interfere
Though the exit sign still stands
You can’t get there from here
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