Look at the sad goodbyes. Every day's a killing time. Sun coming up outside. No men are born this time. Saturday's child stays home. Nothing to say so long. Well well well another day. Well well well another day. Grocery store ten bucks. Just making change for plastic cherries. Up in a tree a Jay Bird looking at me. No word. Everyone looks but can't see. We can't be ignored so easily. Well well well another day. Well well well another day. Soft within the wayward things. Like ecstasy the sound of trees. Most anything what a baby sees. Beautiful face all right. Many a place out of sight. Old woman there with red shoes. a million balloons all hues. Drive over hills forget your fear. Getting it out of second gear. Well well well another day. Well well well another day