This is kind of an update to a song I wrote, recorded and released on a 12" single, back in the previous century. A sequel, kind of. Not that I wrote it with that in mind, I just realized it after the fact. Okay, liner notes out.
Yesterday was a holiday I think I heard it on the news
That must be why it feels like the post-holiday blues
Was I supposed to be somewhere yesterday, I don’t know
Did I sleep through the whole day, did I stay, did I go?
Telephone is ringing, or is it just my head
I’d answer but I’m still not sure if I’m alive or if I’m dead
I found a cup of coffee sitting on the vintage radio
How long it has been sitting there, I really do not know
Got blankets on the windows cause it’s freezing through and through
And I’m wondering once again if I’m ever gonna hear from you
Bluebird’s laughin at me cause he knows the score
Can’t hear no knockin on that red front door
If yesterday was a holiday, what does that make today?
And what about tomorrow, maybe it’s too soon to say
Why is there a car outside with two tires that are flat
I’ve had many days like this before, I’m pretty sure of that
Is that a hint of sunshine poking through a threadbare quilt
Is it here to brighten up the day or shed light on all my guilt