Igår. Idag. Imorgon.
I'm sittin' here in the boring room It's just another rainy sunday afternoon I'm wasting my time, I got nothing to do I'm hanging around, I'm waiting for you But nothing ever happens and I wonder I'm driving around in my car I'm driving too fast, I'm driving too far I'd like to change my point of view I feel so lonely I'm waiting for you But nothing ever happens and I wonder I wonder how, I wonder why Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue, blue sky And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree I'm turning my head up and down I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around And all that I can see is just another lemon tree I'm sittin' here, I miss the power I'd like to go out, taking a shower But there's a heavy cloud inside my head I feel so tired, put myself into bed Well nothing ever happens, and I wonder Isolation, is not good for me Isolation, I don't want to sit on the lemon tree I'm stepping around in the desert of joy Maybe anyhow I get another toy And everything will happen, and you wonder I wonder how, I wonder why Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue, blue sky And all that I can see is just another lemon tree I'm turning my head up and down I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree And I wonder, wonder I wonder how, I wonder why Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue, blue sky And all that I can see, and all that I can see And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree 
Jag vet inte. Jag är inte ens säker. Men jag tror att det oftast känns som att allt alltid kändes lite bättre igår. Det kanske inte ens är så. Men visst sken solen lite starkare igår? Visst var det ett par grader varmare igår? Visst var hoppet lite starkare just igår? Men men vad vet jag? Risken är att jag säger ungefär samma sak i morgon. Det brukar vara lite så. Men det märker man väll i morgon. Solen går väll upp i morgon också antar jag. Hoppas det iallafall. Men går man runt i öken av lycka och hör någon berätta om den blå himmeln för att åter igen upptäcka att man bara sitter under en citron träd. Igen...
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