I hit the floor running on Monday
I like to take things one week at a time
Tried to put things in perspective
How best to ration out my time And I wish it was Sunday
When Sunday comes around
I’m going to leave my cares behind
And I wish it was Sunday, all the time Tuesday morning offered more resistance
It didn’t take too long to realise
Things weren’t shaping up for Wednesday at best
And I don’t see where that comes as a surprise And I wish it was Sunday
Sunday comes around and I just leave these cares behind
I’m going to leave my cares behind
And I wish it was Sunday, all the time Thursday, Friday, come and go
And nothing seems to change
Too many people and I can’t recall their names
There’s too many places I’m just taking up space
And it kills me just to look at things that way, each Saturday And I wish it was Sunday
Sweet Sunday comes and I just leave it all behind around And I wish it was Sunday, all the time And I wish it was Sunday And I wish it was Sunday
And I wish it was Sunday, all the time
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