Mark McLean / Molly Johnson

Mike Downes, bass

Colleen Allen, soprano sax/background vocals

Ardrew Craig, piano/B3/background vocals

Mark McLean, drums/tambourine/bongos/vibraslap

I got to get up out my bed

I've got to get up on my feet

I hear these voices in my head

They echo voices in the street

Got to get myself together

Gotta give myself a break

Nothing seems to last forever

'cept this very fast paceThen the sun will come up on another day.I've learned the fine art of pacing

Take a walk about the room

I can take a bit of waiting

I can sing all out of tune

And then your mind plays tricks

And you know you're all alone

And then you start to feel that itch

And then you know you should stay homeThen the sun will come up on another day

Yeah the sun will come up on another day

Oh the sun will come up...on just another day.Cause in the darkness of night

It's just a funny little itch

When the moon's shining bright

I feel a certain kind of twitch

Now I'm feeling crazy crazy crazy

But I'm all right

Things kinda get hazy, hazy, hazy baby

But I'm not up tightCause then the sun will come up on another day

Cause then the sun will come up on another day.Then the sun will come up on another day

Yeah the sun will come up on another day

Oh the sun will come up... on just another day