All These Yesterdays

When the pages slip away

And we think about this yesterday

Don't be afraid, allow your tears to flow

There's no measure for our loss

There's no way to add up all the cost

Our hearts will wear the scars that do not show

In a daze, no direction, we all just stumble on

And we yearn for this feeling to be gone

So happy days are here, my friend

Let's raise a glass and let's pretend

That in this soil of grief, a flower grows again

As sure as sound follows the light

We saw this coming of our plight

And still, we shake our heads in disbelief

Hell, we lost it all so fast

There's no use reaching to the past

In hopes of looking there to find relief

For the love of all that's holy, won't someone set this right

And help to guide us back into the light?

So happy days are here, my friend

Let's raise a glass and let's pretend

That in this soil of grief, a flower grows again

Oh, let me fall on back

Oh, let me go on back now

Oh, let me fall on back

As if this never happened

In a daze, no direction, we all just stumble on

And we yearn for this feeling to be gone

So happy days are here, my friend

Let's raise a glass and let's pretend

That in this soil of grief, a flower grows again

That in this soil of grief, a flower grows again

A flower grows again