Yesterday
An intersection with arrows pointing everyway
And each way leads to nowhere
I guess I came from nowhere
I guess I'll surrender and stay right here
Somewhere
A suitcase and a postcard stamped anywhere
But each way that you look down
Every way makes you look down
Oh, if it helps to get out of town this year
New town
It looks like nothing like the photographs
I'm driving around
I'm looking for all the good bars
But overhead are the same stars
But everything is a little better here