Saturday

Monday comes, Monday comes

In the day I'm quiet in my own way

Night comes, night finds me

I come alive inside my skin

When everything seems complicated

And anything can be confusing

I somehow find a calm inside the night

Something that gives me a reason to fight

Thursday comes, Thursday comes

Beating on my door, pounding the floor

Holding on to hope in the strangest ways

Cause life ain't fair on the day to day

Night comes, night coaxes me

Its tempting flair of adventure pulling at me

The thrill of it, but I wait for it

Waiting, biding my time as I sleep through the night

Saturday comes, Saturday comes

The sun seems brighter and the day somehow longer

Pack all I can into this day of adventure

Rest comes later; for now I feast on adrenaline

Night comes, night is no different

Darker, more mysterious than the day

Living away from my concerns and what holds me down

Sunday comes, Sunday comes

As bright as Saturday, but the excitement is gone

Now do I rest, now do I reflect

On anything my mind wants to wander to

Night never comes on Sunday

There is but one face to this day

Sunday is the day of rest

The time for bliss, peace and forgiveness