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