sunday, disappointed

words and music by

john greene

 

 

sundays are always a bad day,

for people who live on their own,

sunday's the day that you pay,

for spending your time alone

 

 

i used to look forward to sundays,

friends and family, they would come,

sunday was the number one day,

like xmas and birthday in one,

 

 

still life's like a day repeating,

you get up you get down, you go back to bed,

you watch the rain make the washing wetter,

and always fall asleep disappointed yeah

Sunday, disappointed

 

 

now every day's like a week till friday

and every week's like a month until June

treasure memories as time drips away,

always be true to your own,

 

 

still life's like a day repeating,

you get up you get down, you go back to bed,

you watch the rain make the washing wetter,

and always fall asleep disappointed yeah

Sunday, disappointed