Somedays

Wake up without a blink,

To an even pace where nothing moves,

Except the pressure from a funky Saturday

Dropping like bricks on my head;

Or over the milkyway.

Starlit electric beams had only just touched me,

I must have dreamt myself astray.

The only milkyway I have is in the middle of the day.

Somedays are better than somedays.

Good Sundays are better than somedays;

Today I'd even take a bad Monday.

'Cause this Sunday's a pure pressure inside of me.

Danced till my feet were blue.

To erase the thoughts, I just remember you.

Tears lost in the turn of the years.

Return on days like this,

Kissing in the sunrays.

I knew that it was Sunday,

'Cause my memory's like a blueprint in my head.

(and the little rap says)

Give me grits and eggs, give me ham and bacon,

And a pancake with some maple syrup,

'Cause it is Sunday.

(god knows what the dogs are saying)

We made it through... maybe.