"Every Day"
(Mary McBride, Greg Beshers)
If every day was mine
I'd give every day to you
I see the sadness in your eyes
two raining bolts of blue
I'd fill the street with sea glass
turn it into magic dunes
I'd turn every corner storefront
into an all night greasy spoon
If every day was mine
the clouds would sing
and the river would flow
if every day was mine
the sun would grin
and you wouldn’t go
If every day was mine
I'd give every day to you
I'd catch the stars in my hand
And show them to the moon
I’d play you some old country song
Just three chords and the truth
I’d spot the gold streak in the sky
follow you where you flew
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