I've got your picture on my
Refrigerator door
I keep your note inside my
Bedside drawer
I put a record on and
Hear it in your voice
While I clean my apartment
And finish yesterday's joint
Yesterday's joint
Seven billion people little
Windows to the world
One little window when I'm
Looking into her I can
Feel all the stars and the
Shadows in the yard
And the bears in the trees
And they're looking into me
Yesterday's joint
Seven billion people little
Children of the stars
One of them she makes me wanna
Pick up a guitar cause she
Ought to be painted but I
Can't even draw
So I'll see if I can
Put her in a song
Yesterday's joint