Timtimtimtim... yeah
I think about that day
I left him at a Greyhound station west of Santa Fé
We were seventeen, but he was sweet and it was true
Still I did what I had to do
'Cause I just knew
Summer: Sunday nights
We'd sink into our seats
Right as they dimmed out all the lights
A Technicolor world made out of music and machine
It called me to be on that screen
And live inside each scene
'Cause maybe in that sleepy town
He'll sit one day, the lights are down
He'll see my face and think of how he used to know me
Day Of Sun
It's another day of sun
It's another day of sun
It's another day of sun
It's another day of sun
It's another day of sun
Timtimtimtim... yeah
'Cause maybe in that sleepy town
He'll sit one day, the lights are down
He'll see my face and think of how he used to know me
Day Of Sun
It's another day of sun
It's another day of sun
It's another day of sun
It's another day of sun
It's another day of sun