Otherwise - A Month of Sundays Lyrics

You just wouldn't read about this sort of thing
Not in a month of Sundays
A little of something is a wonderful thing
Bit too much will catch up with you one day

A little salutation could cause a sensation
If it's not properly guarded
Creates the impression in someone's depression
Of a life so flippantly regarded

So, there you go
How about that, what do you know?
Ain't life funny like that
You're down one day, the next you run the show
You're down one day, the next you run the show

You'd better stay in for it's raining outside
And doesn't soon look like clearing
Get out of those wet clothes
You've well made your point
It's cute but not all that endearing

Be careful what you wish for
You just might end up there
Finally walk through the garden
Suckin' in that country air

Still you say...
(La dee da dum) What are we still doing here?
(La day ee de dum) Has it really been another year?
(La dee da dum) What are we still doing here?
(La day ee de dum) Has it really been another year?

We wander around like a face with a frown
And never surface for air
But if we take this away we'll still be left with today
Some workable remnants of care

All in good time
Everything seems to work out just fine
You finally walk though the garden
Taking in the country time, yeah yeah yeah