Sunday afterniins

I've been living endless Sunday afternoons
Moving heavily through sleepy airless rooms
In the half-light, giving less than I can take
More than I can make
I am sound awake

Nothing much to do on Sunday afternoons
You were older then, but you'll be younger soon
All the plans you make can vanish with the sun
Nothing said or done
I am overrun

Hey, look at the time
I've got something next to nothing on my mind
Hey, time's here to stay
Says the man who came to tow the week away

No one came to call on Sunday afternoon
Lousy piano player upstairs out of tune
Perhaps he'd get it right on any other day
Difficult to say
Let him slip away

Hey, look at the time
I've got something next to nothing on my mind
Hey, time's here to stay
Says the man who came to tow the week away