Blame it on a Sunday Afternoon

(words & music: M.Filipek copyright 2001)

She’s into TV and I read my radio,
As the silence plays it’s Souza march inside my head.
It’s that nagging neighbor knocking,
While the mower cuts away.
It’s the slow death I unfortunately chose to live.

I’d give it all just for a whiskey and a beer
Or a road to lead me anywhere astray

I Blame it all on a Sunday Afternoon
Just an overture of boredom in the air
Sanity left yesterday for something called a life
And I’m stuck here on a Sunday afternoon.

Supermarket Saturdays and crowded weekday trains
And the cellphone conversations I don’t want to hear
My youth is spent in memories, my days in static waste
And the mirror reflects no sign of spontaneity.

I’ll drive the car, I’ll raise the roof, I’ll crank the tunes,
But the Chevy just won’t seem to get in gear.

I Blame it all on a Sunday Afternoon
Just an overture of boredom in my head
Sanity left yesterday for something called a life
And I’m stuck here on a Sunday afternoon

My bags were packed for travel,
Had the money for the train.
But I bet it on some crazy horse,
I can’t recall the name.

I Blame it all on a Sunday Afternoon
Just an overture of boredom in my head
Sanity left yesterday for something called a life
And I'm stuck here on a Sunday afternoon.

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