These Sunday - UNHAÏKU

When there's nowhere else to run Is there room for one more son One more son If you can hold on If you can hold on Hold on I wanna stand up I wanna let go You know, you know, no You don't, you don't I wanna shine on in the hearts of man I wanna mean it from the back of my broken hand Another head aches Another heart breaks I'm so much older than I can take But my affection, well it comes and goes I need direction to perfection, no no no no Help me out, yeah You know you gotta help me out, yeah Oh don't you put me on the back burner You know you gotta help me out, yeah And when there's nowhere else to run Is there room for one more son These changes They ain't changing me The goldhearted boy I used to be Yeah, you know you gotta help me out, yeah Oh don't you put me on the back burner You know you gotta help me out, yeah You're gonna bring yourself down, yeah You're gonna bring yourself down, yeah You're gonna bring yourself down I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier Yeah, you know you gotta help me out, yeah Oh don't you put me on the back burner You know you gotta help me out, yeah You're gonna bring yourself down, yeah You're gonna bring yourself down, yeah Oh don't you put me on the back burner You're gonna bring yourself down, yeah You're gonna bring yourself down Over and in Last call for sin While everyone's lost, the battle is won With all these things that I've done With all these things that I've done If you can hold on If you can hold on Hold on

Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire You read the color supplement, the TV guide You dream of protein on a plate Regret you left it quite so late To gather the family around the table To eat enough to sleep Oh, the Sunday sleep Sunday, Sunday here again a walk in the park You meet an old soldier and talk of the past He fought for us in two World Wars And the England he knew is no more He sings the songs of praise Then he reads, but always falls asleep For that Sunday sleep but he knows what he knows Sunday, Sunday Oh, that Sunday sleep Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire You read the color supplement, the TV guide You dream of protein on a plate Regret you left it quite so late You gather the family around the table To eat enough to sleep And mother's pride is your epithet That extra slice you'll soon regret So going out is your best bet Then bingo yourself to sleep Oh that Sunday sleep