Grocery store twelve 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 million 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.
