Day In - Day Out

Oh, talking, talking, talking
Well, silence is golden
Or so I've heard
Unless of course silence is broken by a
Spoken word, a word, word

Unpolished politicians mumble and stumble
As they f-f-fumble their lines
Yes, quiet zones are war zones in
Smartphone time

Day in, day out
From a whisper to a shout
Here and there, everywhere
Round about
Day in (day in)
Day out (day out)
Here and there, round about

And whispers get blisters if they have to shout
Yes, the picture gets blurred once the word gets out
Absurd, without a shadow of doubt

Yes, take my word for it
On that final day
A final word is bound to have something to say
To say, to say

Day in (day in)
Day out (day out)
Here and there, round about
Day in (day in)
Day out (day out)
Here and there, round about

All that talking all the time
Sometimes noisy or sublime
All that talking all the time
All these songs we hope might rhyme

Day in (day in)
Day out (day out)
Here and there, round about
Finally in a final breath on that final day
Some final word will no doubt
Have a word or two to say
And that's my final word

Day in
Day out
Here and there, round about
Day in
Day out
Here and there, round about