The day has been such a bore
With nothing left for us to adore
Now that it’s over life seems so dire
Just apart of our ever hungry desire
Why is the day so dull and bland
When I should look at the time we had
Neither a thing to do nor a thing to think
Stuck in a day where your mind will shrink
Nothing but our thrilling days gone
All of them left now just carry on

Pack your bags kids we are leaving this memory
Hope it was fond as here comes the misery
Get to the plane and head back to where we belong
A dread and repulsion to go back to its dawn
Leaving behind the place where you’ve been in wonder
Now to a place where you will ponder
Climb aboard and take your final moments in
The place to be is now a place that has been
A long day all having been dragged
So sad as the day has been sacked
The trip is long and so is your face
Going back to time in a distant place
See the skyline that you know too well
Looking back to the land which we dwell

Back into the home which is so bleak
So quiet and calm that none will speak
A disturbing silence heightens their pains
The sky becomes stale behind the window panes
Look at the sun die down behind the trees
Hear them cry their lowly pleas
Wishing to make another memory
Of the getaway that left so suddenly
The rest of the day is filled with their sobs
As tomorrow they go back to their jobs
Working hard and making a living
For another chance to go to the place of what has been

Into the fresh air and see the piece I hate
A most wretched and undesirable work that I complicate
What I wanted to do at first but now I fake
As my work is for its own sake
Try to think of a brilliant idea as it lay
Nothing more to say on this dreadful Sunday