The jingle jangle of her tambourine
Keeping time to the images up on the screen
It’s a sunny day, it’s a sunny day

The tick tock of the broken clock is real
The second hand is spinning like a backwards wheel
It’s a sunny day, it’s a sunny day

Who cares what’s happening
Just as long as the sun’s shining
And who cares about time or space
Just as long as the sun’s on my face

The ballerina poses on the cherry tree
Distracts my poor attention span but that’s just me
It’s s sunny day, it’s a sunny day

And who cares what’s happening
Just as long as the sun’s shining
And who cares about time or space
Just as long as the sun’s on my face

I don’t care just as long as i’ve got you
Then the skies are always saturated blue

It’s s sunny day, what a sunny day

And who cares what’s happening
Just as long as the sun’s shining
Who cares about time or space
Just as long as the sun’s on my face

Who cares what’s happening
Just as long as the sun’s shining
And who cares about time or space
Just as long as there’s sun

Notes on song:
All of these offbeat, chaotic images of ballerina’s posing on cherry trees and wheels spinning backwards and broken clocks came to me when I first got the melody for the song. Then I thought, none of that matters—just as long as the “sun’s shining”. That’s kind of my philosophy of life— that even in the midst of the everyday, omnipresent chaos of our lives, the sun still shines —and if you can stop and feel it on your face, even for just for a few seconds, it’s a reminder that life is so good.