Sunday Papers

We dance like boxing hares,
Nobody cares,
Oh wasted days, wasted days.

We chose a cross to bear,
That nobody wears,
Oh wasted days, wasted days.

You are the silver lining,
You are the expert timing,
As we walk out the door.

You are the punch drunk driving,
You are the struck by lightning,
As we walk out the door.

We left the kids behind,
Out of our minds,
Oh wasted days, wasted days.

We were the only ones,
Not having fun,
Oh wasted days, wasted days.

You are the silver lining,
You are the expert timing,
As we walk out the door.

You are the punch drunk driving,
You are the struck by lightning,
As we walk out the door.

Have your fill,
Kill the sights & sounds that don’t do it for you.
At your will,
At your side & at each others throats we feel…
Like a family still.