Look at the sad goodbyes Everyday'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
Grocery store, ten bucks Just making change for plastic cherries Up in a tree, jaybird Laughing at me, no word Everyone looks, you 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, alright Many a place, out of sight Old woman there with red shoes One 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