The Days of the Week
The Days of the Week
Here we go the beginning of the week
It's only Monday and I'm ready to sleep
Starts so fast but it really is slow
You know the story and how it goes
"Like the things you keep and throw away later."
There' something about the days of the week
Take them in they bore you to sleep
Keep on chugging them piece by piece
"It's just so, so…It's so…"
What is it you say, when you can't find a way?
A way to explain —words can't convey
Enough of this silliness of talking to the walls
Waiting for the paint blisters to answer your calls
They're thinking "My what strange ranger he is."
If the even think at all, about the world they're in
There is something about the days of the week
Nothing for real to believe
3/14/1983