Certain activities make me think of certain songs. Lately, when I walk into work the song Another Day by Wings (it’s an oldie) pops into my head because it is just another day. BTW, I think it has to do with the monotony and predictability of my workday and not my search for the man of my dreams.
Every day she takes a morning bath as she wets her hair,
Wraps a towel around her, as she's heading for the bedroom chair,
It's just another day.
Slipping into stockings,
Stepping into shoes,
Dipping in the pocket of her raincoat.
Ah, it's just another day.
At the office where the papers grow she takes a break,
Drinks another coffee, and she finds it hard to stay awake,
It's just another day. Du du du du du
It's just another day. Du du du du du
lt's just another day.
Ay
so sad, so sad,
Sometimes she feels so sad.
Alone in her apartment she'd dwell,
Till the man of her dreams comes to break the spell.
Ah, stay, don't stand around
And he comes and he stays
But he leaves the next day,
So sad.
Sometimes she feels so sad.….
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