Pillows Sunday
Monday, one long day, I wake up and am left by myself.
Boring Tuesday, I leave the TV on. I wonder if I should change into a dry shirt.
You know, you gotta take a train, a ship, a bus, a rest. You gotta take a train, a ship, a bus, a rest. I can't wait for you.
Rainy Wednesday, I have a Gingham-checkered umbrella. I wonder if I should go to town.
Thursday, I'm entertained by my favorite magazine, though not for long.
Busy Friday, I go back to work with my friends. I was watching the clock for the rendezvous at the station.
You know, you gotta take a train, a ship, a bus, a rest. You gotta take a train, a ship, a bus, a rest. I can't wait for you.
At last, Saturday. Shall we talk on the phone? Just as I was about to lose myself, it started ringing.
And on Sunday, that girl is finally coming. I'm just in my room, waiting for her to knock. With that girl on Sunday.
