Lovesick, bitter and hardened heart. Aching, waiting for life to start - Bil Keane

Yesterday’s the past, tomorrow’s the future, but today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present.

Oh simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go somewhere only we know?
Somewhere only we know