(Stephen Stills)
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 ...day ...day
Grocery store
Ten bucks
Just making change for plastic cherries
Up in a tree, jaybird
Looking at me, no word
Everyone looks
We 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 ecstacy
The sound of trees
Most anything
What a baby sees
Beautiful face, alright
Many a place, outta 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
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