always believe in Sunday
for Sunday believes in you.

though every dusty calendar
in the corners of your grownup mind
tell you
of the neverending flight of Otherday,
you know.

in your smallest smile
and in the smiles of others
lies this simple truth:

to your childheart,
it is ever Sunday.

i walked along a nature trail just the otherday
there  i saw a squirrel and he began to play
high up in the trees jumping all around
then down to the floor running on the ground

with his bushy tail shining in the sun
happy and content having so much fun
picking up the nuts with his little feet
nibbling at the shell of his favorite treat.

when he finished playing and it was time to sleep
back to his squirrel  hole so cosy and so deep.

i cant face tomorrow or any otherday
tomorrow to me is now  so far away
world it seems so empty just an empty space
now i dont have you the world i just cant face

i try to forget you my mind let wont you go
im still in love with you more than you will know
when i close my eyes i see you standing there
with your big blue eyes and your long blonde hair

i reach out to hold you hold you close to me
then my vision fades.  leaves the memory
how it used to be how it was before
then you said goodbye. dont love me anymore

i cant face tomorrows there so far away
tomorrows i once new are now yesterday
now my world is empty just a lonely place
tomorrow now for me is something i cant face