Work Day

Greeting the new day Dragging your feet across the floor Call in sick on a work day Holding your breath as they answer the phone But, I've got this feeling There's a ghost, oh, so real Only then I see the apparition of what I meant to you Sleep in on Sunday Praying that the sky's still blue Thank God it's not a work day I think I've missed one, or a few Oh, but I've got this feeling I know it well, oh, so real That my body is freezing ever since we put the fire out for good Do you stop? Do you wonder? Why it's so hard to see With the rain and the thunder clashing and pouring Swept me off my feet Late on a work day Because traffic slowed to a stop Staring down a one way Thinkin' about what to say to my boss And I can't stop feeling My beating heart, oh, so real Dancing along to the music that I play when I want to think of you