On a Sunday

Sunday Monday and tuesday and wednesday Thursday and friday and Saturday For me every weekday is Sunday The day that you left me To stand all alone On my own Like the Bee Gees sing in that song Though all the lights didn't go out in this city Every day is now stuck at a sunday Uh-uh those sad refrains When a blue moon is all that remains You walk around with your head bowed down to your shoes There no worse thing than having the saturday blues On a sunday