Текст песни Everydays - Live - Buffalo Springfield

Look at the sad goodbyes
Everydays a-killin' time
Sun comin' up outside
No men are born this tide
Saturday's child stays home
Nothing to say, so wrong

Well, well, well, another day
Well, well, well, another day

Grocery store, tin clerks
Just making change, plastic jerks
Up in a tree, a jaybird
Yellin' at me, no words
Everyone looks, can't see
Can be ignored easily

Well, well, well, another day
Well, well, well, another day

Softenin' the way with things of ecstasy
The sound of trees
Most any breeze
What a baby sees

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

Well, well, well, another day
Well, well, well, another day

Softenin' the way with things of ecstasy
The sound of trees
Most any breeze
What a baby sees