Sunny Days

Well I was feeling kinda low on a sunny day,
I was praying for rain to cover my face.
I got around to the fair and the poison planes.
So easy to see it wasn’t made for my grace.
Oh yeah…
It was a get-around day and oh my bones,
I shook all day waiting to get home.
I don’t mind to say, what a rusty day.
Roaming in hell under razor rain grey
Oh yeah.. .
Well, walking to my bed, what a homicide day.
Still waiting for the friend, who would look my way.
I ran hard for the library to make a break,
Get around, jump and ride the mystery train.
Oh yeah…
Make a rock and roll song, where she comes my way.
(And) she wouldn’t walk away, no she wanted to stay.
Let’s dance, she said, and didn’t walk away,
First time I didn’t want the day to fade away.
Oh yeah…