Texty

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 looking 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 all right 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
Writer(s): Stephen A. Stills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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