Ah, those days, those days where did they go?
 They shuffled through our doorways.
 Are they here?

 Ah, those days, those days they follow us home
 and peer through our windows.
 And they're here?

 For all our hoping
 they're here.

 Ah, those nights, those nights they tiptoed by,
 they crackle under our pillows
 and they're here.

 Then our yesterdays tomorrows,
 then our yesterdays tomorrows,
 then our yesterdays tomorrows,
 they're here.

 And still we try
 to reach for what has gone behind,
 but they're here.

 The sun arrived, beat down until that life ran dry
 and every moment burned with that fire
 but they're here.

 Then our yesterdays tomorrows,
 then our yesterdays tomorrows,
 then our yesterdays tomorrows,
 they're here.

 For all our hoping,
 all our wondering,
 they're here.