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
