Now here is the best of my daysnBut I don't really know it, yesnAnd every place I seenA little cloud up in the airnnBut I don't think about itnI get by without itnDown in the streets belownThere are people moving slowlynnHold up your little hand and saynYou know I never really know thatnHold up your other hand and saynI didn't understand a wordnnBut I don't think about itnI do fine without itnDown in the streets belownThere are people moving slowlynnLike the roses at your feetnLike the matador's defeatnLike the long and winding roadnLike the river flowingnOhhhhh, whoannI never really felt that goodnAbout the happy ever afternBut every single place I stoodnA little cloud up in the airnnBut I don't think about itnI forget about itnDown in the streets belownThere are people moving slowlynnLike the king of marigoldnFind your way to JerichonLike a boat upon the shorenLike the stranger at your doornLike the roses at your feetnLike the matador's defeatnLike a long and winding roadnLike a river flowingnOhnnWe'll go down to that ancientnDown by the road, by the treesnBy the oceannAnd there pretend that you're all my friendsnEven though I don't really know younSo bless your soulnGo out there may somebody find younIt's getting hot round herenLay your body down in the rivernYou'll find therenAnd you won't hurt no more