Eachday

What should I sing about, what should I talk about, what should I rhyme about?
Bit nervous… Never done this kind of thing before
I could sing about the trees that I can see out my window — autumn is surely
over and over it is
I don’t like to sing words because words just confuse me, and thoughts confuse
me even more
So I’ll just sing
I’ll just sing about my socks they are all polkadots and they just keep
sticking to me and oh here I go again
Where is it written that ach day falling, each day living, each day groaning
Wher is it written that each day falling, each day living, each day growing old
Where is it written that each day falling, each day living, each day groaning
Where is it written that each day falling, each day living, each day growing old