Lyrics

Lydia took my memories and wrapped them in a box for me to keep
She played me like a picture show never really knowing what she’d see
All the guys at school thought that she was
pretty cool but no one ever dared to ask her out
Pick up my guitar and sing my favorite Beatles’ melody, hoping in some way to flush her out
Days rolled into weeks and months, I tried to steal a kiss but turned and ran
Long blonde hair, lips cherry red I’d see her
with her friends she’d smile and stay
The wind in the trees beats a path to my soul
Takes me back to somewhere far away
Years and years of rock n roll
have faded hopes of what could be
funny how our lives got in the way
What’s wrong with looking forward to yesterday
Friday nights seemed so bizarre
playing gigs in seedy bars
Springsteen played on saxophone
while pretty girls stood all alone
I turned and saw you near the bar
Amongst the painted faces how bizarre
To see you standing there alone
Later I’d go search for you but no one seemed to notice
that you’d left before the tears gave you away
The wind in the trees beats a path to my soul
Takes me back to somewhere far away
Years and years have come and gone
Those foolish dreams no longer mine
A song of love that never ever played
No longer looking forward to yesterday