It's too early in the day
To tell if it was good.
And my senses are firing
A million tall tales,
Speaking of
How the day must be
Forgotten.
But nothing has happened
And it's still too early
To know.
It's too early in the day
To tell if it was good.
And my senses are firing
A million tall tales,
Speaking of
How the day must be
Forgotten.
But nothing has happened
And it's still too early
To know.