Sunday in the PM, fighting off those creeping Monday blues..
wanted redemption from the Titans, but they gathered no moss
had to go and lose…
squabbling and fussing, a junkie needs his connection..
but the sign said CLOSED down at the Cupcake Collection..
Got those creepin’ Monday blues..
darkness clamping early, not in on the daylight ruse
too cold to walk it off, too little of Sunday remains,
want a shake-em-up transition, but i get the whistle of the trains
leaving Sunday behind, a wistful backwards glance..
need some rocking and some rolling, goodbye sundown dance..
It’s those creeping Monday blues, getting in some licks..
feel like a city boy, taking wrong turns in the sticks..