It Must Be Sunday Testo

And I watched the world surround me
From inside a phone booth
And it began to astound me
I tried to keep my couth
I said it must be sunday
❝cause ev❝rybody❝s tellin❝ the truth
And then again it might be monday
Yeah it might be monday
❝cause ev❝rybody❝s drinkin❝ vermouth
She lent her hand
At the kissing stand
But she gave ❝em away for free
With an acid joke and a box of smoke
She can barely see
She drives her bus at dusk
With headlights off
And headphones up
And for tomorrow
She has planned a shopping spree
There❝s a man who loved so hard
He was like a billboard grin
He toasted life and beauty
❝til his head began to spin
He pressed his cheek
On rainwashed streets
And he wept into his gin
Reincarnation
And he came back as himself again
December thirty-first
Is the very worst time of the year
You got to think of people
That you like enough
To share your beer
Just when you❝re having fun
It❝s january one
And you wait for explanations
To appear