Any Old Kind Of Day

Any Old Kind Of Day
by Harry Chapin
© Story Songs Ltd. (ASCAP)

Turning on my pillow, thinking kind of strange
Color is of midnight in my room
The cars outside are coughing
It's kind of hard to sleep
And there's neon out the window
Not the moon
And it was just an any old kind of day
The kind that comes and slips away
The kind that fills up easy my life's time
The night brought any old kind of dark
I heard the tickin' of my heart
Then why'm I thinking
Something's left behind?

I whistled 'round today
Skipped a footloose jig
To the hurdy-gurdy music of the street
I looked up past the rooftops
And I saw that cloudless sky
But I keep on asking why
My life is passing by
And I'm left up high and dry
But it ain't no use to cry
So I shrug a useless sigh
And trust to things that other days will meet
And it was just an any old kind of day
The kind that comes and slips away
The kind that fills up easy my life's time
The night brought any old kind of dark
I heard the tickin' of my heart
Then why'm I thinking
Something's left behind?

Night has had its laughing
When streetlights blind the stars
So now it's shedding rain
To sing its sorrow, sorrow
It's time for me to sleep
And to rest my thoughts away
There'll be another day
When things will go my way
And there's other things to say
And there's other songs to play…
There'll be time enough for thinking
Come tomorrow
And it was just an any old kind of day
The kind that comes and slips away
The kind that fills up easy my life's time
The night brought any old kind of dark
I heard the tickin' of my heart
Then why'm I thinking
Something's left behind?
Why'm I thinking something's left behind?

This song appears on Tom Chapin's Threads CD.

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