Most Days

Most days when the sun streams through my window I feel happy Most days I love the flowers in my hair Most days I feel so good to be alive but sometimes, I feel blue

Most days When I wake up and go to work, I sip my coffee and skim the papers I feel so good to be alive, I feel so happy to be free Most days I love the cool breeze in my hair, walk through the tunnel up the stairs smile at strangers Most days Thereís a spring in my step as I walk to work, Iím so keen to get things done, Iíve got energy to burn Most days I have a heartfelt joy at everything I do, I look back on what Iíve done I look forward to what Iím gonna do, Iím so glad to be alive Most days, most days, most days, most days But sometimes, I feel blue

Most days I love to hear the sound of people talking while I read a book in a cafť Most days I want to jump up and down with excitement, itís laughter all around Most days Iím almost beside myself Most days I take my life in my hands But sometimes, I feel blue Sometimes, I think of you Most days, most days, most days, most days

Regret

At the end of the day And Iím feeling O.K. I wouldnít have it any other way At the end of the day And itís all packed away When the sun shines gotta make hay At the end of the night And Iím feeling alright Things donít seem so black and white At the end of my tether And Iím going hell for leather Guess I must be feeling much better

At the end of the road And thereís nowhere to go Kind of sittiní Ďround and feeling alone At the end of the line And Iím running out of time I think I must be losing my mind On a sunny afternoon At a barby by the pool I find myself thinking of you At the end of the slide And thereís nothing to hide At least I know that I tried

At the edge of the cliff And Iím facing it I guess itís all hit and miss Late in the evening And Iím staring at the ceiling Donít even know what Iím feeling At the end of the week And Iím on a losing streak Must be why my knees feel kind of weak At the end of the month And Iím feeling kind of rough I think I must be losing my touch

At the end of the summer And life is a bummer Want to dig myself six feet under At the end of the year And itís all Christmas cheer I wonder if thatís your voice I hear At the end of the decade And I still donít have it made Canít count how many gigs Iíve played At the end of my life And Iím feeling alright Only regret that I canít hold you tonight At the end of my life And Iím feeling O.K. My one regret is letting you walk away At the end of my life And Iím feeling alright My one regret is you (repeat)

Bitching

Iíve been bitching to my friends about you Iíve been bitching to my friends about you I told them what you said the other day at the party you said she was bad for him the perfect opportunity, what else could I do

Bitching to my friends bitching about you bitching to my friends bitching about you

Confrontation, lies shallow alibis thunder, rain do you think theyíll ever talk to you again

It was in the car on the way home I was drunk, I should have known something was said to set me off retaliation on the spot

Bitching to my friends bitching about you bitching to my friends bitching about you, what else could I do?

Rattle

My sisters I can handle my brothers no problem at all but you you rattle me, you rattle me

When I wake up in the morning see you by my side there ainít nothing can harm you I love you, I love you

and when I to work and Iím tearing my hair from my head there ainít nothing to come between us there ainít nowhere Iíd rather be

I love you I love you, I love you I love you I love you, I love you

And when I go to sleep, and Iím feeling the warmth of you on my back there ainít nothing that Iíd change, there ainít nowhere Iíd rather be

I love you I love you, I love you I love you I love you, I love you

My sisters I can handle my brothers no problem at all but you you rattle me, you rattle me

You rattle me, you rattle me, love you I do, I love you, I love you

Lyrics

Broken Heart Research