Wednesday night,
You're in a debate and they're calling the waiter one glass at a time.
On the way,
Somebody tell her to go to the cellar, the tables are fine.
Thursday evening, Tap & the Bottle,
friends I can see from here to tomorrow.
If my mind goes wandering on, Friday won't mind at all.
Cool breeze that carries the storm in.
Warm kiss that makes me feel born again.
Tall grass that cradles the fawn.
Now I see what's underneath it all.
Saturday,
Ready and able, the cat's on the table, the tale of the time.
Sunday comes.
Your mind is a storm, and it's catching the corners, the edge and the line.
Easy morning, here and the now,
Monday will see me through when I'm down.
If my mind goes wandering on, Tuesday won't mind at all.
Cool breeze that carries the storm in.
Warm kiss that makes me feel born again.
Tall grass that cradles the fawn.
Now I see what's underneath it all.