That Kind of Day  - ListenHere      

I used to be sittin’ so pretty, in step at the top of the stairs.

Nobody questioned my answers, now nobody answers my prayers.

It’s that kind of day again, that kind of gray again, that “What did you say?” again, 

that kind of day.

That kind of night again, discussion not fight again, knotted up tight again, 

that kind of day.

If the birds won’t fly when they feel the heat,

and the lies don’t lie ‘cause the fairways cheat,

and it ‘s no use talkin’ to the folks you meet,

there’s still horizons at your feet

so let the big dog eat.

That kind of moon again, strings out of tune again, song left too soon again, 

that kind of day.

Shot in the head again, something I said again, time to play dead again, 

that kind of day.

If the birds won’t fly when they feel the heat,

and the lies don’t lie ‘cause the fairways cheat,

and it ‘s no use talkin’ to the folks you meet,

you got horizons at your feet

so let the big dog eat.

That kind of day again, nothing to say again, got in the way again, 

that kind of day.

Hooked it to pull again, sliced to the soul again, give me a Mulligan, 

that kind of day.

If the birds won’t fly when they feel the heat,

and the lies don’t lie ‘cause the fairways cheat,

and it ‘s no use talkin’ to the folks you meet,

still horizons at your feet

so let the big dog eat.