There’s not a lot for me to say
Who let a dream just slip away
I blame it on a brash blind youth
Who hadn’t learned to see the truth
I wish that he were me today

And oh the things that he would say
Of all he did that caused dismay
If he had taken time to see
That one day he would become me
Whose dreams are now called yesterday

There isn’t much for him to say
When all is now in clear display
Such memories of days gone by
He doesn’t see why I should cry
Could I be he for just one day

Now there we were what could we say
Was this a dream that went astray
This once was me now standing there
So unlike me without a care
This promise that was yesterday

There’s not a lot for me to say
Who let a dream just slip away
Now he is I and I am him
Reflections of a passing whim
A memory that was today