Five Day Morning - The Clientele

Mrs. Jones and I were dreaming of the moon

On Wednesday afternoons without a cloud

And the mirage of a suburb in the rain

On a train and drifting down

Oh, Miss Lloyd, your smiling eyes are in my mind

Holidays and nights away and quieter times

What’s in the game that we both play

Walking our dogs in the rain, anyway?

And we think about the things that we have done

What our love’s become, as we drift down

And our glowing eyes are filled with silent rooms

Alleyways and evenings that we found

Oh, Miss Lloyd, your smiling eyes are in my mind

Holidays and nights away and quieter times

What’s in the game that we both play

Walking our dogs in the rain, anyway?

And it’s a five day morning

As I am in the rain

And I don’t know if I’ll see you again

Again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again

Mrs. Jones and I were dreaming of the moon

On Wednesday afternoons without a cloud

And the mirage of a suburb in the rain

On a train and drifting down