Everydays

...Steve Stills

Look at the sad goodbyes
Everyday's a killin' time
Sun comin' up outside
No men are born this time
Saturday's child stays home
Nothin' you say is so wrong

Round, round, round another day
Round, round, round another day

Grocery store, Templex
Just makin' change, plastic checks
Up in a tree a jaybird
Yellin' at me, no words
Every one looks, can't see
Can be ignored easy

Round, round, round another day
Round, round, round another day

Softenin' the wayward things of ecstasy
The sound of trees, most Ebony, please
What a baby sees

Beautiful face, alright
Many a place uptight
Old woman there in red shoes
A million balloons, all hues
Drive in the hills, forget fear
Gettin' it on in second gear

Round, round, round another day
Round, round, round another day

Softenin' the wayward things of ecstasy
The sound of trees, most Ebony, please
What a baby sees