Jethro Tull - Black Sunday Lyrics
Tomorrow is the one day I would change for a mondayWith freezing rains melting and no trains runningAnd sad eyes passing in windows flimsyAnd my seat rocking from legs not quite matchingGot passport, credit cards, a plane that Im catchingBlack sunday falls one day too soonThe taxi that takes me will be moving too quicklyMy suitcases simply too full for the closingOf pants, shirts and kisses all packed in a hurryTwo best-selling paper backs chosen at random ---No sign of sales-persons to whom I might hand themBlack sunday falls one day too soonAnd down at the airport are probably waitingA few thousand passengers, overbooked seatingTime long suspended in transit-lounge traumas ---Connections broken and special branch waitingConspicuously standing in holiday clothingBlack sunday falls one day too soonPick up my feet and kick off my lethargyDown to the gate with the old mood upon meGet out and chase the small immortalityBorn in the minute of my next returningImpatient feet tapping and cigarette burningHomecoming one day too soonAnd back at the house theres a grey sky a-tumblingMilk bottles piling on door steps a-crumblingCurtains all drawn and cold water plumbingNotepaper scribbles I read unbelievingSaying how sorry, how sad was the leaving...one day too soon
