I can’t get this out of my mind.
And yesterday I saw you standing by the river,
And weren’t those tears that filled your eyes?
And all the fish that lay in dirty water dying,
Had they got you hypnotized?
And yesterday I saw you kissing tiny flowers,
But all that lives is born to die.
And so I say to you that nothing really matters,
And all you do is stand and cry.
I don’t know what to say about it,
When all your ears are turned away,
But now’s the time to look and look again at what you see,
Is that the way it ought to stay?