| Lyric | Song |
|---|
| I seem to recognize your face | |
| At home, drawing pictures of mountaintops with him on top | |
| Alone, listless / Breakfast table in an otherwise empty room | |
| Come to send / Not condescend | |
| Freezing, rests his head on a pillow made of concrete | |
| Vacate is the word / Vengeance has no place for me or her | |
| Once divided / Nothing left to subtract | |
| Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay | |
| [song title] as I busted down the pretext | |
| 'Son,' she said, 'have I got a little story for you' | |
| | Lyric | Song |
|---|
| My lips are shaking / My nails are bit off | |
| One, two, three, four, five against one | |
| She lived on the curve of the road | |
| Waiting, watching the clock / It's 4:00, it's got to stop | |
| Winded is the sailor / Drifting by the storm | |
| The waiting drove me mad | |
| On the edge / Windowsill / Ponders his maker, ponders his will | |
| I took a drive today | |
| He won the lottery when he was born | |
| What the #### is this world running to? | |
|
Yesterday 
Opening Lyrics - TV Edition II 
Opening Lyrics - The Beatles
