well it s down the road and up the hill and just around the bend pick em and put em down and pick em up again and it sets me into wonderin what it s really all about fightin for the things we know we ll always be without down the road by the way where the laughin waters play cross the ribbon wavin sand we go walkin hand in hand nothin old and nothin new nothin special there to do in those good old yesterdays down the road by the way well it s light and lovely brenda comin cool across the waves floatin over rows she helped me hoe in yesterdays and it s me whose thirsty now for all that sweet milk gone to waste somewhere on the road of no returnin yesterdays well it s down the road and up the hill and just about the bend pick em and put em down and pick em up again and it sets me into wonderin what it s really all about fightin for the things we know we ll always be without