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Holdin' Back Sunday

Weekends go fast
Time is a curve
And if you drive a car
Watch out you don’t swerve
Watch out you don’t swerve
When you come ‘round the bend
‘cause you been holdin’ back Sunday again

Death and dishonor –
All those ugly words
Always hovering closer
Like malevolent birds
The raven is rapping
Send the dove instead
While you’re holdin’ back Sunday again

Sweet mother mercy
An angel of grace
I imagine her touch
I envision her face
She’s so damn pretty
And she wants to be friends
But I’m holdin’ back Sunday again

Friday, she sweet as cocaine
And Saturday is hot to trot
By the time I get to Sunday,
I'll have finished everything that I got

The night is exhausted
The morning has won
There’s a restless magic
In things left undone
Progress is yours
But that all depends
If you been holdin’ back Sunday again

The priests and poets
And the ghosts from the past
Still stagger nightly
‘cross broken glass
I would give anything
To be one of those men
And not just try to hold back Sunday again.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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