it started out upon a day
New York lay folded like a daisy
Shanghai mouth dry like a worn out bible
another morning without a title
now you're as dead as dead can be
like the hardships felt in 1953
like the one eyed lady and all her tears
and the grand old oak that died for 200 years
why would anyone not love the sun?
why would anyone not praise the fun?
why would anyone not try to choose?
why would anyone not sing the blues?
I still see you on a horses back
the sun it is shining so brightly
and I can't tell I can't tell
if you are leaving
or
riding back
a day is a day is a day
a day is a day is a day
a day is a day is a day
a day is a day is a day