Attica! Attica! Sunday Blues
Sunday falls down easy
Sunday falls down easy
Fall asleep in church, Dad wakes me up, I fall asleep again
Then we swing on by the Bagelsmith, one salt and one garlic
Read the paper even though there’s only two good comic strips
And that’s about the time my day becomes a mess
Don’t bother with TV
The networks never show the Broncos, it’s regional coverage
They do it to spite me
Why go out to the street? I hate the neighbors.
How am I supposed to act like Elway if they won’t let me play QB?
Believe it
Sunday falls down easy
Sunday falls down easy
Open up the fridge, I close it, then I open it again
I get out my science book and wonder where the weekend went
Then I’m staring out the window as I offer this lament
If it’s my day off, why am I so depressed?
The Friday morning glee, the Sunday blues
It’s all about anticipation, there’ no “in the moment” for me
I gotta break this streak
I can’t hang with the 9-5ers and drive-time DJs sayin’, “TGIF, buddy”
Believe it
Sunday falls down easy
Sunday falls down easy
