it started out upon a day New York lay folded like a daisy Shanghai mouth dry like a worn out bible another morning without a title now you're as dead as dead can be like the hardships felt in 1953 like the one eyed lady and all her tears and the grand old oak that died for 200 years why would anyone not love the sun? why would anyone not praise the fun? why would anyone not try to choose? why would anyone not sing the blues? I still see you on a horses back the sun it is shining so brightly and I can't tell I can't tell if you are leaving or riding back a day is a day is a day a day is a day is a day a day is a day is a day a day is a day is a day
