Look at the sad goodbyes
Every day's a killing time
Sun coming up outside
No men are born this time
Saturday's child stays home
Nothing to say so long
Well, well, well
another day
Well, well, well
another day.
Day

Day

Grocery store ten bucks
Just making change
for plastic cherries
Up in a tree a Jay Bird
looking at me, no word
Everyone looks but can't see.
We can't be ignored easily
Well, well, well
another day
Well, well, well
another day.

Soft within the
wayward things
Like ecstasy,
the sound of trees,
Most anything,
what a baby sees

Beautiful face all right
Many a place out of sight
Old woman there with red shoes
Four million balloons all used
Drive over hills forget your fear
Getting it out of second gear
Well, well, well
another day
Well, well, well
another day.
Well, well, well
another day
Well, well, well
another day.