Dressing for Yesterday

An adoring portrait of a free-spirited girl.

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She’s always dressing for yesterday
Never sees that the skies are gray
And she always runs just a little late
But you can’t help but smile at her
You can’t seem to stay mad
When she places your palm in her fragile hands

Each day she’s joining a brand new cause
Never takes any time to pause
Yes her whims they wander like a summer breeze
Yes her whims they wander like a summer breeze
But may god save the foolish soul
Who doubts her dedication
She won’t tolerate any accusations

And when you wound her as many do
Without wanting or trying to
Don’t you fret long
She’ll always come back to you

She’s always dressing for yesterday
Never sees that the skies are gray
And she always runs just a little late
Yeah she always runs just a little late