Yesterday's News

He sits at the table at the end of the bar
His eyes look around but they never stray far
His coffee lies cold as he laments with the past
He thinks he sees old faces in the shadows that are cast
He remembers a jukebox and the number fifteen
And the girl that went with it in a life so pristine
He remembers it all in his favourite caf?
The one where the clientele scorn the blas?

He sits with a photo so ravaged with age
He sits there so calmly but he's fighting the rage
He remembers the worry and words spoken so cross
He should've known when she worked late with the boss

There's a time for the news and a time for the blues
But there's never the time for yesterdays news

He studies the ashtray and half-smoked cigarettes
It's a habit he's lived with along with regrets
He stares at the traffic on the long motorway
His mind spins in turmoil in the city so grey

The day is closing and the caf? is too
He finishes his coffee and the last crossword clue
He opens the door and walks out to the street
His pale face stands out under a rain-soaked neon sheet
Another day passed so he makes his way home
Home to the cat who's spent the day on the roam
So he'll microwave supper and crawl into his bed
To prepare for tomorrow where even angels fear to tread

There's a time for the news and a time for the blues
But there's never the time for yesterdays news