Monday arrived exactly
when she said she would
Sent a wide-eyed sun to find
some signs of life inside my bed
Tuesday's on fire
Pulled up the socks and watched the clock
And swore that she would never follow suit
I used to chase the hours
Hour upon hour
Craving merit craving credit
Wishing I was only you
But suddenly I'm not so easily led
Let the winds blow right over your head
I'm in the mood for stories
So let the days grow old
Certainly I'm not so easily led
Let the winds blow right over your head
I'm in the mood for stories
Let the days grow old
Wednesday's just an open book
But Thursday presses Friday
Presses Saturday's pernicious lies
Certainly I'm not so easily led
Let the winds blow right over your head
I'm in the mood for stories
Let the days grow old
Certainly I'm not so easily led
Let the winds blow right over your head
I'm in the mood for stories
Let the days grow old
Sunday's child knew everything
I hoped to know
Measures so unhurried
When others run about kept moving on
Hour upon hour
Craving merit craving credit
Wishing I was only you
Hour upon hour
Craving merit craving credit
Wishing I was only new