Tomorrow Is The One Day I Would Change For A Monday

With Freezing Rains Melting And No Trains Running

And Sad Eyes Passing In Windows Flimsy

And My Seat Rocking From Legs Not Quite Matching,

Got Passport, Credit Cards, A Plane That I'm Catching

Black Sunday Falls One Day Too Soon.



The Taxi That Takes Me Will Be Moving Too Quickly

My Suitcases Simply Too Full For The Closing

Of Pants, Shirts And Kisses All Packed In A Hurry,

Two Best-selling Paper Backs Chosen At Random

No Sign Of Sales-persons To Whom I Might Hand Them.

Black Sunday Falls One Day Too Soon.



And Down At The Airport Are Probably Waiting

A Few Thousand Passengers, Overbooked Seating

Time Long Suspended In Transit-lounge Traumas

Connections Broken And Special Branch Waiting

Conspicuously Standing In Holiday Clothing.

Black Sunday Falls One Day Too Soon.



Pick Up My Feet And Kick Off My Lethargy,

Down To The Gate With The Old Mood Upon Me,

Get Out And Chase The Small Immortality

Born In The Minute Of My Next Returning

Impatient Feet Tapping And Cigarette Burning.

Homecoming One Day Too Soon.



And Back At The House There's A Grey Sky A-tumbling,

Milk Bottles Piling On Door Steps A-crumbling,

Curtains All Drawn And Cold Water Plumbing

Notepaper Scribbles I Read Unbelieving

Saying How Sorry, How Sad Was The Leaving One Day Too Soon.



Tomorrow Is The One Day I Would Change For A Monday

With Freezing Rains Melting And No Trains Running

And Sad Eyes Passing In Windows Flimsy

And My Seat Rocking From Legs Not Quite Matching,

Got Passport, Credit Cards, A Plane That I'm Catching

Black Sunday Falls One Day Too Soon.