Somedays

Wake up without a blink To an even pace where nothing moves Except the pressure from a funky saturday Dropping like bricks on my head Or over the milkyway Starlit electric beams had only just touched me I must have dreamt myself astray The only milkyway I have is in the middle of the day Somedays are better than somedays Good Sundays are better than somedays Today I'd even take a bad Monday Cause this Sunday's a pure pressure inside of me Danced till my feet were blue To erase the thoughts I just remember you Tears lost in the turn of the years Return on days like this Kissing in the sunrays I knew that it was Sunday Cause my memory's like blueprint in my head Somedays are better than somedays Good Sundays are better than somedays Today I'd even take a bad Monday Cause this Sunday's a pure pressure inside of me (and the little rap says) Give me grits and eggs give me ham and bacon And a pancake with some maple syrup Cause it is Sunday (God knows what the dogs are saying) We made it thru....maybe