Two Sundays

I’m confounded by the squint in your eye
So I wait for you like a moon waits for a sunrise
That never falls
So I just kick back and smell the perfume of it all.
And I am bounded by a code I stress
And a search party hunts for a cave for my happiness
When I’m older, maybe I’ll see
That the world was just a hill beneath my feet.
Well, I wish every week had two Sundays in a row
And on the second one I’d get to play a show.
And on Monday I’ll tell you what you already know
And by Friday, my dream it will be my goal.
But who do you cater for?
In this fishy sea, I kinda wish it was me.
But who do you cater for?
In this fishy sea, I kinda wish it was me.
And I’m surrounded by perpetual sky,
In an afternoon that has just gotten me so high.
It seems so nice,
But just one Sunday… Oh, it won’t suffice.
Well, I wish every week had two Sundays in a row
And on the second one I’d get to play a show.
And on Monday I’ll tell you what you already know
And by Friday, my dream it will be my goal.
But who do you cater for?
In this fishy sea, I kinda wish it was me.
But who do you cater for?
In this fishy sea, I kinda wish it was me.
Missing from my body is care for
And a little bit of wear for
The stare that you hit with in my soul
A little bit more…
Well, I wish every week had two Sundays in a row
And on the second one I’d get to play a show.
And on Monday I’ll tell you what you already know
And by Friday, my dream it will be my goal.
But who do you cater for?
In this fishy sea, I kinda wish it was me.
But who do you cater for?
In this fishy sea, I kinda wish it was me.

​Copyright 2012, Matthew J. Roy