I guess it’s when I'm alone, feel the breeze on my shoulders
I get that feeling, you know

In a ripped up, red booth
On that late night, hard truth

And although I don’t think about it much
You sometimes cross my mind
But I leave you in yesterday one more time

I could be sat on the phone, or talking at strangers
When I remember you, oh

In a fast car, them old jeans
Driving bad luck into a big dream

And although I don’t think about it much
You sometimes cross my mind
But I leave you in yesterday one more time

And I heard through the whispers
That your happy in your own way
Like a disappointing drop of rain
On this ordinary hurricane

And I read through the leaflets
With the thought of getting far away
Get that sinking feeling back again
Cause that ship has already sailed

And although I don’t think about it much
You sometimes cross my mind
But I leave you in yesterday one more time, mmm

And although I don’t think about it much
You sometimes cross my mind
But I leave you in yesterday
Yeah, I leave you in yesterday one more time