Somedays

(n. cherry/c. mcvey/g. barlow)

Wake up without a blink

To an even pace where nothing moves

Except the pressure from a funky saturday

Dropping like bricks on my head

Or over the milkyway

Starlit electric beams had only just touched me

I must have dreamt myself astray

The only milkyway i have is in the middle of the day

Chorus:

Somedays are better than somedays

Good sundays are better than somedays

Today i'd even take a bad monday

Cause this sunday's a pure pressure inside of me

Danced till my feet were blue

To erase the thoughts i just remember you

Tears lost in the turn of the years

Return on days like this

Kissing in the sunrays

I knew that it was sunday

Cause my memory's like blueprint in my head

Chorus

(and the little rap says)

Give me grits and eggs give me ham and bacon

And a pancake with some maple syrup

Cause it is sunday

(god knows what the dogs are saying)

We made it thru....maybe