Hannah's Song

Breaking away from day to day

Another snore, another wake

The sun don't shine without you

And words don't rhyme

I think it's time we walked on home

Taking a train to some new place

The seats recline, so I have space

The whistle blows

And i look at my magazine

I think of you and fall asleep

What can I tell you, other than what's been said before?

There's no real reason for things to turn out my way

Would it be nice, to find (to find) the things I hide in a pretty box

With a pretty top, or would it just be another day?

Just be another day