All those yesterdays

As I sort through the photos from our labor day weekend in the hamptons. I can't help but sing this song.

Don't you think you oughtta rest...

Don't you think you outghtta lay your head down...tonight...

Don't you think you've done enough?
Don't you think you've got enough? Well maybe..

You don't think it's time to stop?

Let it wash away
All those yesterdays...

All those yesterdays...

So no one catches you drifting off and doing all the things...that...we...all...do...

Let them wash away...

All those yesterdays...

All those yesterdays...

All those paper plates...

You've got time...
You've got time to escape...
It's no crime to escape...

It's no crime to escape...

There's still time...so escape...