Besedila: Yes. Everydays.

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

Grocery stores twlve bucks
Just making change for plastic cherries
Up in a tree Jay Bird looking at me / no word
Everyone looks you can?t see.
Can?t be ignored so 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 in red shoes
One millions balloons all used
Drive over hills forget your tears
Getting it out of second gear
Well well well another day
Well well well another day

(Thanks to Claudio for these lyrics)