Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
Paul Westerberg
I'm blinded
What a day for a night
I'm finding
My way around in morning's light
What a day for a night
What a day for a night
I'm winding
Through the streets, through the towns
I'm finding
Good morning boys, good nightgowns
Sunset toys and sundown clowns
What a day for a night now
When we play it's all right
What a day for a night
When we play, it's all right
What a day for a night
So I'm moving
Beneath my feet it just feels right
I'm used to it
I hop aboard another flight
No end in sight
On and on we play, all right
What a day, what a day for a night