Mr. Somewhere (Remastered)

Day comes up sicker than a cat
Something's wrong, that is that
Mr. somewhere, missing somewhere
Never did figure just how much

A boat from the river takes you out
'Cross the other side of town, to get out, to get out
You take the tide, any tide, any tide
Like there isn't gonna be any tide

La hey yada, da hey yada, da hey yada, da hey yada, da la
La hey yada, da hey yada, da hey yada, da hey yada, da la

A word like "tomorrow" wears things out
It's hard enough to get what's yours for now
And the hardest words are spoken softly
Softly look, no hands upon
No, no, heart

La hey yada, da hey yada, da hey yada, da hey yada, da la
La hey yada, da hey yada, da hey yada, da hey yada, da la

Now the milkman beats you to the door
That was once a home, home no more
Mr. somewhere, missing somewhere
Couldn't get the calendar to stop

Missing somewhere
Never did figure just how much
Missing somewhere
Never will admit just how much



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Milton Walsh
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