Alastair Monday

Alastair Monday You were profoundly anti-social Just a board hoping investing in autumns hopes While wearing winters coat Developing dreams far away Only he believes in prayer You grew up In a world full of hopelessness Who you trying to impress In each and every sin Is where you continue in Where do I begin Tuesday heartbreak Wednesdays heartache Thursday morning debacle Friday frozen Texas chili Saturday pastel raisin cane Sunday honey suckle rose Alastair Monday Born on Sunday On the 4th of July Gonna cry Born in a kitchen at a mission Who you trying to impress In a world full of hopelessness written words by James Edward Lee Sr. arranged music by Jonathan Echtinaw