How can I defend myself against yesterday?   Anyway I'm not ashamed of all that much, up to the present day, anyway.   I took the path from Journal Square.   That's how she taught me to get there,   When I cut out for the matinée on that Mother's Day.   So why should I define myself when in a sort a way today wouldn't be today without that day.   And what about when I woke up, woke up to morning rain every day?   I'm not ashamed of all that much in those squalidays between the holidays.   The Indiana winter's rough. Although I still can't get enough.   I took a room in downtown South Bend where I was born again.   So why should I defend myself anyway? Today's another day.   And here it comes while everybody's down in the dumps.   And I'm pleased with myself. And so it goes, while everybody's coming to blows.   And I've still got my health.