5 acessos
In that tiny bakery,
Well, she fills her head with memories,
Of sweetest days she's ever owned,
Simple cares wrapped in a bow,
Slipped in her bag and taken home,
Short address she doesn't know,
But she walks around with hopeful feet,
Moving toward a day when they will meet.
A day that they will meet.
It's just another day,
Just another day,
Just another day in canteen land,
It's more than I can stand.
Every morning starts the same,
She wakes at dawn begins to bake,
She fills the bowls up lovingly,
And stirs the mix while whistling,
The simple tune of "Now's The Time"
You'll come knocking and you'll find
Standing there with open arms,
Whispering, "I knew it all along."
Just another day,
Just another day,
Just another day in canteen land,
It's more than I can stand.
1,2,3,4...
(The problem is is when you're waiting around for something. You have no idea that the thing you're waiting for, is waiting for you. So all you can do is sit tight.)
This is not too much to ask,
To be back with her better half,
All the men was worth her wait,
Even if she doesn't know his name.
It's all part of the game.
Just another day,
Just another day,
Just another day,
Just another day,
Just another day,
Just another day,
Just another day in canteen land,
It's more than I can stand.