Every day, every day, every day, every day,
I've just been doing the best I can, and yet
Every day, every day, every day, every day,
all these things haven't changed a bit...
Can I still love them, I wonder?
Looks like rain again,
someone's fallen on a rusty bike on the highway
An anarchist walks by fast,
without even giving a glance
A cat who picked a fight;
always and everywhere, I see love extortion
I've got no need for stale meals - a prideful realist
Disappointing Monday,
crowding-out Tuesday,
fever-catching Wednesday,
tangled-up Thursday,
and then Fri-Sat-Sun,
they're so along the same lines that it goes without saying
At least don't you disappear on me, darling,
embrace me 'til we burst, crazy
These days just go on too long
for only me to dance through them all
Run as far as you can run, rainy,
toss out as much as you can toss, icy
If just shining bright is everything,
then this world is much too dark
I look steadily at my hands;
yikes, they're even rougher than I remember
A therapist laughs that it's just a teensy bit funny
Is it pointless? Is it worthless?
Is it passé by now?
Is it useless, fruitless?
Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
You getting the picture, you halfwit?
This is my everyday
Monday,
Tuesday,
Wednesday,
Thursday,
Friday,
Saturday,
Sunday,
heigh-ho, heigh-ho
At least you stay at my side, lady,
wrap around me 'til we're charred, groovy
Yet to live each day to the fullest together,
it'd take up half an eternity
Race as far as you can race, breezing,
let's say just a little prayer, baby
If you're falling over yourself wishing,
you could just use a rainbow of spells
Monday,
(Every day)
Tuesday,
(Every day)
Wednesday,
(Every day)
Thursday,
(Every day)
Friday,
(Every day)
Saturday,
(Every day!)
Sunday...
Every day, every day, every day, every day,
I've just been doing the best I can, and yet
Every day, every day, every day, every day,
all these things haven't changed a bit...
These things that won't change, despite my every effort...
These days...
Can I still love them, I wonder?