Monday Morning She fell onto her head
She must have fell out in the middle of the night
From the yellow flowered bed
Tuesday was a blue day But all she saw was red
She was easily over on the sunny side
I wish that she was dead
Wednesday never ending day
Time stood still
40 *something something* Watch the grass grow
From the bedroom window sill
Some day, some way
Little miss cup half empty's gonna find a way
Some day, some way
Little miss cup half empty's gonna find a way
Thursday was her day
She landed on her feet
Turned her cup upside down
Little part of the world complete
Some day, some way
Little miss cup half empty's gonna find a way
Some day, some way
Little miss cup half empty's gonna find a way
Some day, some way
Little miss cup half empty's gonna find a way
Some day, some way
Little miss cup half empty's gonna find a way
Gonna find a way
All the years combined she never new
The way she landed on her feet
The fears her mind everything was so brand new
The way she landed on her feet
Sunday morning she fell onto the bed
She couldn't believe all the things she had seen
And the pictures in her head
Some day, some way
Little miss cup half empty's gonna find a way
Some day, some way
Little miss cup half empty's gonna find a way
Some day, some way
Little miss cup half empty's gonna find a way
Some day, some way
Little miss cup half empty's gonna find a way
Gonna find a way
Gonna find a way
Gonna find a way