Sunday Morning Breakup

I reach in my pocket

A number a name

It seems so familiar

The lose'ual game

A quick glance at first then

a small silent wink

Hands tremble and touch

not asking too much

Lights turned down low

in a one evening show

Sunday morning breakup

By noon she will be gone

Sunday morning wake up

You'll bet I'll be alone

It seemed to work out

At least over night

But soon she'll be gone

She said "This ain't right"

Everyone so special

with their own way to tease

But something is missing

it's catch and release

Hands tremble and touch not,

not asking a thing

There's always a note

and a promise to call

but we know that we're lying

The phone won't ring at all

Sunday morning breakup

By noon she will be gone

Sunday morning wake up

You'll bet I'll be alone

It seemed to work out

At least over night

But soon she'll be gone

She said "This ain't right"

Sunday morning breakup

By noon she will be gone

Sunday morning wake up

You'll bet I'll be alone

Sunday morning breakup

By noon she will be gone

Sunday morning wake up

You'll bet I'll be alone

Day after day, week after week

Monday through Thursday

I feel like a freak

Wednesdays are better

when Friday's in sight

I hope I have met her

by Saturday night