Look at the sad goodbyes
Everyday's a killing time
Sun coming up outside
No men are born this time
Saturday's child stays home
Nothing to say so longWell, well, well
Another day
Well, well, well
Another dayGrocery store, ten bucks
Just making change for plastic cherries
Up in a tree, jaybird
Laughing at me, no word
Everyone looks, you can't see
We can't be ignored easilyWell, well, well
Another day
Well, well, well
Another daySoft within the wayward things
Like ecstasy
The sound of trees
Most anything
What a baby seesBeautiful face, alright
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 gearWell, well, well
Another day
Well, well, well
Another dayWell, well, well
Another day
Well, well, well
Another day
Songwriters
STILLS, STEPHENPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.