Everydays (1/12/1969) - Yes

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