"go in circles, 'round the bend until we are just friends again"
Somedays
We have the following recordings of this song available:
| 2003-05-05 | The C-Note, New York | Show Details | Download |
| 2005-03-30 | Bowery Ballroom, New York | Show Details | Download |
| 2005-04-01 | Paradise Lounge, Boston, MA | Show Details | Download |
| 2008-08-15 | McCarren Park Pool, Brooklyn, NY | Show Details | Download |
Somedays aren't yours at all,
They come and go
As if they're someone else's days
They come and leave you behind someone else's face
And it's harsher than yours
And colder than yours
They come in all quiet
Sweep up and then they leave
And you don't hear a single floor board creak
They're so much stronger
Than the friends you try to keep
By your side
Downtown, Downtown
I'm not here, not anymore
I've gone away
Don't call me, don't write
I'm in love with your daughter
I wanna have her baby
I'm in love with your daughter
So can I please
Downtown, Downtown
I'm not here, not anymore
I've gone away
Don't call me, don't write
I've gone away
Don't call me, don't write
Don't call me, don't call me, don't call me
Don't write, don't write, don't write, don't write, don't write
Somedays aren't yours at all
They come and go
As if they're someone else's days
They come and leave you behind someone else's face
And it's harsher than yours
And it's colder than yours...
They come and go
As if they're someone else's days
They come and leave you behind someone else's face
And it's harsher than yours
And colder than yours
They come in all quiet
Sweep up and then they leave
And you don't hear a single floor board creak
They're so much stronger
Than the friends you try to keep
By your side
Downtown, Downtown
I'm not here, not anymore
I've gone away
Don't call me, don't write
I'm in love with your daughter
I wanna have her baby
I'm in love with your daughter
So can I please
Downtown, Downtown
I'm not here, not anymore
I've gone away
Don't call me, don't write
I've gone away
Don't call me, don't write
Don't call me, don't call me, don't call me
Don't write, don't write, don't write, don't write, don't write
Somedays aren't yours at all
They come and go
As if they're someone else's days
They come and leave you behind someone else's face
And it's harsher than yours
And it's colder than yours...