Look at the sad goodbyes

Everydays are 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

Yelling at me, no word

Everyone looks, you can't see

Can't be ignored easily

Well, well, well, another day

Well, well, well, another day

Soft within the wayward things of ecstacy

The sound of trees, most of thеse

What a baby sees

Beautiful face, alright

Many a placе, up tight

Old woman there with red shoes

One million balloons, all used

Drive over hills, forget your fear

Gettin' 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