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 long      Well, well, well   Another day   Well, well, well   Another day      Grocery 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 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, 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 gear      Well, well, well   Another day   Well, well, well   Another day      Well, well, well   Another day   Well, well, well   Another day