Turning on my pillow
Thinking kind of strange
The color is of midnight in this room
The cars outside are coughing
And it's kind of hard to sleep
And there's neon out the window
Not the moon
And it was just an
Any old kind of day
The kind that comes and slips away
The kind that fills up easy
My life's time
The night brought
Any old kind of dark
I heard the ticking of my heart
Then why am I thinking
Somethings left behind
I whistled round today
And I skipped off a footloose jig
To the hurdy gurdy music
Of the street
I looked past those rooftops
And I saw the cloudless sky
But I keep on asking
Why my life is passing by
And I'm left up high and dry
But it ain't no good to cry
So I shrug my useless sigh
And I trust to things
That other days will meet
And it was just an
Any old kind of day
The kind that comes
And slips away
The kind that fills up easy
My life's time
The night brought
Any old kind of dark
I heard the ticking of my heart
Then why am I thinking
Somethings left behind
The night has had it's laughing
When the street lights
Blind the stars
So now it's shedding
Rain to sing it's sorrow sorrow
It's time for me to sleep
And to rest these thoughts away
There's gonna be another day hey
When things will go my way
And there's other things to say
And there's other songs to play
And there'll be time enough for
Thinking come tomorrow
And it was just an
Any old kind of day
The kind that comes and slips away
The kind that fills up
Easy my life's time
The night brought
Any old kind of dark
I heard the ticking of my heart
Then why am I thinking
Somethings left behind
Why am I thinking
Somethings left behind
