Yeste^Dmrday when I was ^Gyoung the taste of life was ^Csweet as rain upon my ^Ftongue I teased at life as ^Dmif it were a foolish g^Eame the ^E7way the evening^Am breeze may tease a candle flame

The thousand dreams I ^Dmdreamed, the splendid things I ^Gplanned I always built ^Calas on weak and shifting ^Fsand I lived by night and ^Dmshunned the naked light of the^E day and^E7 only now I ^Amsee how the years ran away

Yeste^Dmrday when I was ^Gyoung so many drinking ^Csongs were waiting to be ^Fsung, so many wayward ple^Dmasures lay in store for ^Eme and^E7 so much pain my ^Amdazzled eyes refused to see

I ran so fast that ^Dmtime and youth at last ran ^Gout I never stopped to ^Cthink what life was all ^Fabout and every conver^Dmsation I can now ^Erecall co^E7ncerned itself with^Am me and nothing else at all

Yeste^Dmrday the moon was ^Gblue and every crazy ^Cday brought something new to ^Fdo I used my magic^Dm age as if it were a ^Ewand an^E7d never saw the ^Amwaste and emptiness beyond

The game of love I ^Dmplayed with arrogance and ^Gpride and every flame I ^Clit too quickly quickly ^Fdied The friends I made all ^Dmseemed somehow to drift ^Eaway an^E7d only I am left^Am on stage to end the play

There are so many^Dm songs in me that won't be ^Gsung I feel the bitter ^Ctaste of tears upon my ^Ftongue The time has come for^Dm me to pay for yest^Eerday ^E7when I was ^Amyoung