I was hanging out on the corner of the streetnWith my hands in my pockets just staring at my feetnListening to the Beatles from the burnt up radionI bought it for a dollar from a man in Terrigal nnSifting through my sorrow, I never felt so lownDrowning like a lizard, a human puppet shownStanding at the peak of my bottom-dwelling selfnThinking when’s this gonna stop, and is it time for hell?nnAnd I just can’t figure it outnDid I make a mistake somehow?nOh, I wish there was a cheap way outnnI’m supposed to figure out tomorrownBut all that I can think about is yesterdaynI’m supposed to figure out tomorrownBut all that I can think about is yesterdaynnFeeling like a failure, I wander down the streetnTripping over on my hopelessness and burnt realitynLaying on the side of the road I was afraidnThat I may never get up again and never feel the samennShe took hold of my hand, she never let it gonShe picked up all the pieces, she’s my Marilyn Monroe nStanding at the side where she looked into my eyesnAnd she told me not to worry and to hold my head up highnnAnd I just can’t figure it outnDid I make a mistake somehow?nOh, I wish there was a cheap way outnnI’m supposed to figure out tomorrownBut all that I can think about is yesterdaynI’m supposed to figure out tomorrownBut all that I can think about is yesterdaynnTomorrow won’t be easy, and neither will todaynI wanted to close my eyes and dream of yesterdaynBut I won’t do that, no I won’t do thatnI can’t do that anymorennI’m supposed to figure out tomorrownBut all that I can think about is yesterdaynI’m supposed to figure out tomorrownBut all that I can think about is yesterday.