A month of Sundays

Must have gone by

Do you still sit and wonder

At the reason why

Are you missing me now

More that ever before

Has the echo lost sound

From the slamming front door

Have you figured out yet

That I ain’t coming back

I see no sense

When there’s nothing left

A month of Sundays

And I still wonder why

It lasted this long

What did we hope to find

A month of Sundays

Must be a sign

That all this took up

Too much of our time