looking at the trees and fallen stars
sitting on my knees and counting cars again, again
standing in my suitcase here alone
feeling that my headcase seeds are sown away, away
I've got a bad day for you and your friendship to save
such a bad day
open up a doorway, morning calls
travel down a steep slope twice as fast today, today
sicken of the sweetness summer brings
blind to the good of the sweeter things around, around
I've got a bad day for you and your friendship to save
such a bad day
packed in a package peeling parts
held for a hatful of healing hearts of stone, stone
taken for a bandit once again
locked in a bathroom towel for friends to find, to find
I've got a bad day for you and your friendship to save
such a bad day for you and your friendship to save
such a bad day