“6 A.M. on a Sunday Blues”

2008/10/10

6 A.M. on a Sunday
Morning clouds a-coming down
Streets devoid of meaning
Breath devoid of town
6 A.M. on a Sunday
The deal is coming down

6 A.M. on a Sunday
Church bells ring out all hell
Pools empty of water
Blood comes in its name
6 A.M. on a Sunday
The deal’s just the same

6 A.M. on a Sunday
Let’s meet near the vacant hotel
Faces devoid of description
I see you’re not feeling well
6 A.M. on a Sunday
Let’s meet anywhere

6 A.M. on a Sunday
Your hair’s no longer red
I’ve seen these ages take hold
I’ve seen it all in our bed
6 A.M. on a Sunday
The Red Queen’s off her head

6 A.M. on a Sunday
Airplanes flying by
Guess where they’re headed, lover
Guess where the picnic starts
6 A.M. on a Sunday
Babe I’ve long since lost the heart

Copyright © 2008 by A.J. Kaufmann. All rights reserved.