Lyrics

Sunday Afternoon
by Kevin and Mark Giordano


Sunday afternoon, is not my favorite part of the weekend
I don't like thinking 'bout it on Friday night
(I love this kind of balmy night
It's got a double definition, fascinating rhythm)
Does this sound familiar to you?

Fall into winter, spring into summer
The days are devoured by minutes and hours
Solely for money
Solely for money
Working for tomorrow sounds so strange to me
Cause I'll be working for tomorrows all my life

Sleeping in December,
I dream I smell cut grass in the springtime
We have to park dad's Chevy in the gas line
Fifty seconds later, we're drinking Coca Cola at the civil war
Where all these people coming here for something more
'Cause oh what a bore

In case you don't know it was all a dream
'Can always count on diphenhydramine
My life's controlled by occupation monetary compensation
Does this sound familiar to you?

Chorus

Monday morning traffic, oh I swear I want to be young again
And live my life so free
But if we drive a path too early, well there'll be sunshine on the way
But you'll be gone before the autumn rain
(Well the secret of reality is wasted efforts on integrity
Cause the world'll keep on going never caring never knowing)
About the person in you

Chorus

(In overdrive, we'll go the drive)
I keep workin' day after day,
The drive I'm on this week goes all my life.
It's only Monday