A.c. Newman

The sequins in your wake find their way
'Cause someone left the lights on
And the noon it is a powerful one

The sun showers outside and I've found
Something in the swing here
An idea whose time had come

And now I give you my days (all my days)
All my days (all my days)

It broke open the door, flipping chairs
Tipping over tables
Reminded why I love this one

Go trip down the lane, take my name
The flashbulbs strobe eureka
Like an idea whose time had come

And now I give you my days (all my days)
All my days (all my days)

And all of my days off
All of my days off

The sun showers outside and I've found
Something in the swing here
An idea whose time had come

Thunderbolts will strike where they may
Like a drunken master
Like an idea whose time had come

And now I give you my days (all my days)
All my days (all my days)

And all of my days off
All of my days off