|
All you daughters, all you sons |
|
Learn your lesson from what I've done |
|
I threw away the gift of love |
|
Between every line I've ever sung |
|
A thousand times I looked you in the eye |
|
And every time I mixed the truth with lies |
|
But it seemed so good and it seemed so right |
|
Singing gospel in the yellow evening light |
|
Chorus : |
|
Yesterday the world was mine |
|
And every trick I learned |
|
The only trick I remember now |
|
Is turning butterflies into worms |
|
Don't put no net down below |
|
Don't call for my hand or try to see me down slow |
|
As I turn away from the morning sun |
|
To the bottle upon the shelf |
|
So tell me who to turn to baby, |
|
Who to turn to now, when you're with somebody else |
|
(chorus) |
