And here's to the dawn of their days. Sweet Sir Galahad Came in through the window In the night when The moon was in the yard. He took her hand in his And shook the long hair From his neck and he told her She'd been working much too hard.

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

And when the night is new I'll be looking at the moon But I'll be seeing you I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces all day through In that small cafe, the park across the way The children's carousel, The

All through the night, The day is my enemy, the night my friend, For I'm always so alone till the day draws to an end, But when the sun goes down and the moon comes through, To the monotone of the evening's drone I'm all alone with you. I delight in your

I bet this last time's the one time too many The rush of waiting is burning through my head Right after supper her brother shower's twice a week He kicks my ass so much, that filthy white inbred And when the day ends I'm sure she feels sorrow The lonely

Yeah I guess that’s my church Can I get a hallelujah Can I get an amen Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya When I play the highway FM I find my soul revival Singing every single verse I’ve cussed on a Sunday I’ve cheated and I’ve lied

Like the beat beat beat of the tom-tom When the jungle shadows fall Like the tick tick tock of the stately clock As it stands against the wall Like the drip drip drip of the raindrops When the summer shower is through So a voice within me keeps repeating

Not a night goes by, I don't dream of wandering Through the home that might have been I listened to my pride when my heart cried out for you Now every day I wake again In a house that might have been a home, a home I mistook the warnings for wisdom From

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

When we built these dreams on sand, How they all slipped through our hands. And this might be our only chance. Let's take this one day at a time, I'll hold your hand if you hold mine. The time that we kill keeps us alive. ...So please don't ask me how I