On a Sunday - Lost Weekend

market mothers

bring your children out on a sunday afternoon

to see the fish and the veg

and the stalls in the wet market now

football fathers

bring your children home on a sunday night

to see the boys in the match

and hope he wins his bets

on a sunday

everything moves so slow

on a sunday

standing in monday’s shadow

oh sunday’s

always come too soon

cartoon noises

coming through the walls on a sunday morning

don’t wake me from my sleep

but i don’t mind because the sound is sweet

neighbours screaming

but they’re waving when you step outside

on a day like today

you smile but don’t know what to say

on a sunday

everything moves so slow

on a sunday

standing in monday’s shadow

oh sunday’s

always come too soon

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