Sunday
Cold weather
Home, thats where Ill stay
Ok I admit it
Ive been drifting
Dreaming the hours away

Dreamin of love
The gentle kind
I dont have to prove myself
All of the time

Working
Years at a job
Burning for a raise
Lets face it
Im no go getter
Worthy of a bosss praise

Worthy of love
The unusual kind
I dont have to prove myself
All of the time

At the bus stop when the evening falls
Resting there until the driver calls

Hurry it up now hurry it up and move, lady

Magic
Its a shiny train
Stealing away in the wind
I cant catch it
So I close my eyes
Feel it against my skin

Feeling that love
Youre a friend of mine
I dont have to prove myself
All of the time

At the bus stop in the hazy dawn
Come on mister one last lazy yawn

Hurry it up now hurry it up and move, lady

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