Those Days - Lucy Schwartz

Aching, caught in a hurricanes

It’s taking every muscle to move again

Sleepless nights, lazy Sundays

Heavy eyes, it’s a case of the Mondays

Sinking feet in the sand again

I’m thinking I should look before landing in A six foot hole, where the arrow is pointing to a Danger zone, that I should be avoiding

O-oh-oh-oh-oh, O-oh-oh-oh-oh,

Must be one of those Days

O-oh-oh-oh-oh, O-oh-oh-oh-oh,

But I haven’t words to Complain

Shaking, tied to the tracks again

I’m waiting for the sound of the train engine

And no one cares, nobody lingers

But to stop and stare, and point with their fingers

Feeling hands in the dark

You know I’m heeling but it’s only a start

Because the wind will blow and topple me over

And the undertow will wash me to nowhere

O-oh-oh-oh-oh, O-oh-oh-oh-oh,

Must be one of those Days

O-oh-oh-oh-oh, O-oh-oh-oh-oh,

But I haven’t words to Complain

Cause when the days over

I’ve got your shoulder to help me carry the weight pulling under

Didn’t you wonder how everybody gets through the day

O-oh-oh-oh-oh, O-oh-oh-oh-oh,

Must be one of those Days

O-oh-oh-oh-oh, O-oh-oh-oh-oh,

But I haven’t words to Complain

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