It Must Be Sunday — текст песни (Snow Phoebe)

And I watched the world surround me
>From inside a phone booth
And it began to astound me
I tried to keep my couth
I said it must be Sunday
`Cause ev`rybody`s tellin` the truth
And then again it might be Monday
Yeah it might be Monday
`Cause ev`rybody`s drinkin` vermouth
She lent her hand
At the kissing stand
But she gave `em away for free
With an acid joke and a box of smoke
She can barely see
She drives her bus at dusk
With headlights off
And headphones up
And for tomorrow
She has planned a shopping spree
There`s a man who loved so hard
He was like a billboard grin
He toasted life and beauty
`Til his head began to spin
He pressed his cheek
On rainwashed streets
And he wept into his gin
Reincarnation
And he came back as himself again
December thirty-first
Is the very worst time of the year
You got to think of people
That you like enough
To share your beer
Just when you`re having fun
It`s January one
And you wait for explanations
To appear