Another Day

Everyday she takes a morning bath 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.

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.

An, stay, don’t stand around,
And he comes and he stays,
But he leaves the next day, so sad,
Sometimes she feels so sad.

As she posts another letter to the sound of five,
People gather around her and she finds it hard to stay alive,
It’s just another day.

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.

An, stay, don’t stand around,
And he comes and he stays,
But he leaves the next day, so sad,
Sometimes she feels so sad.

Everyday she takes a morning bath 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.

by Paul McCartney