The Sun is yellow, there's the rub

 Yes the sun is a razor that cuts across the sky

It's an eraser that's rubbing out the shadows

Rubbing out the shadows of the fields in the dark

Yes the sun is an eraser that's rubbing out the shadows

Rubbing out the shadows, rubbing out the world, the world of the dark

Yes it's rubbing out the yellows and the greens from the artist's pallette

And it is rubbing everything it's smearing across bright white light across the pallette

And it's rubbing out the dark patches now

Yes the Sun is an eraser of all our shadows

And it's slipping like a banana across the sky

And it's skinned like an apple

And it's peeling in it's burning

And it's burning up the paper that's a dry

Yes the sun is a rubber and it's rubbing out tomorrow

And it's rubbing out today and it's rubbing out the time

The sun is a raiser and it's raising up tomorrow

And it's rasing out the time of your life

It's rubbing out the minutes and the hours and the seconds

It's rubbing them into nothing, rubbing them into life

It's mixing up tomorrow and the next weekend as well

Well it's making up the paper for your life

The drawing of your life, yes your life drawing

Is being rubbed out by the sun, all the pencils, all the crayons

Of your life drawing, the sun is a drawing of the rest,

The sun does highlight all the little bits of colour

And it gives you all the rest you can hold on til tomorrow

It's sun is all a rubber, all rubber all around you

Yes it's an eraser of the time

Well it rubs out all today

Well it will rub out all tomorrow

And it will rub out all the mistakes

That you make, take or borrow

And it's rubbing out today and it's rubbing out all your sorrow