sunday

cold weather

home, that's where i'll stay

ok i admit it

i've been drifting

dreaming the hours away



dreamin' of love

the gentle kind

i don't have to prove myself

all of the time



working

years at a job

burning for a raise

let's face it

i'm no go getter

worthy of a boss's praise



worthy of love

the unusual kind

i don't have to prove myself

all of the time



at the bus stop when the evening falls

resting there until the driver calls



hurry it up now hurry it up and move, lady



magic

it's a shiny train

stealing away in the wind

i can't catch it

so i close my eyes

feel it against my skin



feeling that love

you're a friend of mine

i don't have to prove myself

all of the time



at the bus stop in the hazy dawn

come on mister one last lazy yawn



hurry it up now hurry it up and move, lady