Sunday Blues

Shooting stars
and wishing wells
are a waste of time
near as I can tell
but even though
I know these facts
I can’t help wishin’
my baby was back

Sunday blues
come in different hues
some are dark as night
but it’ll be alright

Sometimes I hurt
my own feelings
slipping on memories
like banana peelings
so when things get funny
inside my head
I go rambling
in the world instead

and the Sunday blues
take on a different hue
clear and bright
and it’ll be alright.

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