Calendar Pages Lyrics

The years like beers, with each one things getting a little more hazy

And maybe I'm a touch more gray and a little more crazy

Them Calendar pages, they never stop turning baby

Behind these shades though everything's

Butterflies and daisies

The years like beers, with each one things getting a little more hazy

And maybe I'm a touch more gray and a little more crazy

Them calendar pages, they keep flippin' and flippin' baby

It's all groovy wavy, uh

Butterflies and daisies

Late nights fuzzy memories

Trailing lights turn into bright

Morning skylines

A coffee and a joint now I'm feelin' fine

Chakra realigned

In everything tryna find positive like a plus sign

Hey there Miss Sunshine, wanna see what's on your mind

Your aura so divine

And I'm crushing like some grapes to make wine

Let's intertwine like them dead vines

I'm Savage Vintage 75, just celebrating being alive

So lets pop a cork someday

Whether a Sunday funday or after a manic Monday

Forget tomorrow, that time's already borrowed

We'll play it back one day, yeah

The years like beers, with each one things getting a little more hazy

And maybe I'm a touch more gray and a little more crazy

Them Calendar pages, they never stop turning baby

Behind these shades though everythings

Butterflies and daisys

The years like beers, with each one things getting a little more hazy

And maybe I'm a touch more gray and a little more crazy

Them calendar pages, they keep flippin' and flippin' baby

It's all groovy wavy, uh

Butterflies and Daisy

Feeling blessed

Fresh dressed

Fresh out the nest

A new day a new zest

Everyday like a scavenger quest

Its all a quiz, a test

And I used to get f's

Nowadays scoring straight A's

Self criticism turned to self praise

Dark clouds lifted

Gifted with sun rays

To illuminate me through my maze

On to greener grasses to graze

You'd be amazed if through others eyes you'd gaze

You'd see how much were all the same

By the Universes grace I was saved

To live to see another lesson, another day

600 flips of the calendar page

Time for a fresh slate

All new dates

You can go ahead and throw that old agenda away

Heyyy

The years like beers, with each one things getting a little more hazy

And maybe I'm a touch more gray and a little more crazy

Them Calendar pages, they never stop turning baby

Behind these shades though everythings

Butterflies and daisys

The years like beers, with each one things getting a little more hazy

And maybe I'm a touch more gray and a little more crazy

Them calendar pages, they keep flippin' and flippin' baby

It's all groovy wavy, uh

Butterflies and Daisy