At the risk of sounding shallow Maybe trivial or trite Emotional or mellowed Well, how can I say this right? Guess, I'm not the kind that figures Life's all rainbows and blues skies Still I just can't help but notice I've got no good cause to cry
Chorus It's just been one of those days, one of those days Every glass half full, every drop lemonade Just one of those days, one of those days All my worries to bed And my faith wide awake Hey, hey, hey Just one of those days Just one of those days
There's a smile I can't turn down For a dance across my face And the way I see things now A frown would just be out of place Cause I know you're in your heaven Yeah, with both hands on the wheel And somehow this simple knowing Has infected how I feel
I'm not blind to imperfections Still a realist by trade A pragmatic, pessimistic, over-thinker On a break
Story Behind The Song: I get tired of Christian musicians with sullen faces as if to say, "Jesus loves me but I'm not happy about it." But at the same time I'm such a realist that I'm also tempted to pat them on the back and say, "Thanks for not pretending Jesus makes all the hard parts of life go away." I'm such a Nirvana era, let's-be-honest kind of guy, which usually means that I dwell on the struggles of life. But if I'm really honest, I have to admit that I'm happy a great deal of the time, too. It's just not as cool to say that I guess. Oh well, I did anyway.