The Flea Market Hustlers

 

Sunny Day

05:56
John Furbush

Story

John Furbush - Vocals, Mandolin, Congas
David Preston - Guitars, Bass, Vocals
Mike Tharpe - Banjo
Jake Winebrenner - Drums, Percussion, Vocals
Frank Rische - Vocals

 

Lyrics

I was thinkin' to myself, what a lovely day to take a little walk
out on the edge of what is here and what is not
Tippy-toein' through the cosmos on a fine line, feelin' so fine 
I did a pirouette and fell right off
Hit the ground, I turned around, found myself where there's nowhere to be found
and it feels so good to lose me 

It's a heavy weight we have to carry round and round and round and round
(round and round and round and round and round and round
and round and round...)
Never stops until we find out, that it never stops 'til we find out
that it never stops 'til we find out
That it never stops

And it seems so clear, to be so clouded
Let the rains come wash me away
Season's here for sowin'
Wake to a sunny day 

It's the space between you and me, and the distance there,
that I can't seem to find the place where I begin and you myself we stop
It's all for one, and one for all, divided we stand
together we fall into the warm embrace of your heart
There we find we're out of time, a paradise, undefined
on a shore with no beginning on a mountain with no top

But still we climb, on and on and on and on and on and on...
(on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on...) 
Never stops until we find out, that it never stops 'til we find out
that it never stops 'til we find out
That it never stops 

And it seems so clear, to be so clouded
Let the rains come wash me away
Season's here for sowin'
Wake to a sunny day 

And it seems so clear, to be so clouded
Let the rains come wash me away
Season's here for sowin'
Wake to a sunny day 
Wake to a sunny day 
Wake to a sunny day