Sunday Nights

Sunday nights are slow surrender

It never lasts and we'll never learn

We can still make this one to remember

It's Sunday night and we've time to burn

Tomorrow morning can wait its turn

Charge your glasses, raise a toast

To the memory gained

To the sleep that we lost

Another weekend run to ground

Another passing coat of red

Painted across our town

Work is shallow, cuts are deep

Who would waste two days respite?

You can't catch up on sleep

So here we are, last chance saloon

The ticking clock and a slow defeat

It'll all be over soon

Sunday nights are slow surrender

It never lasts and we'll never learn

We can still make this one to remember

It's Sunday night and we've time to burn

Tomorrow morning can wait its turn

Once more friends unto the breach

Bleary eyed, the stuff of dreams

Always slips out of reach

Defiance dressed in crumpled clothes

Protest played out with a headache

Starting late but going slow

Though we know we have to be here

We have tasted freer air, we don't have to care

Sunday nights are slow surrender

It never lasts and we'll never learn

We can still make this one to remember

It's Sunday night and we've time to burn

Tomorrow morning can wait its turn

All our days will fade away

In hazy nights and clear mistakes

So here's to us and needs that must

Let's raise a toast for one last boast

'Cause it's Sunday night and we've time to burn

Tomorrow morning can wait its turn