I feel an unnatural fear gripping my body It’s a feeling I always get around this time You’d think I’d be used to it by now I take another shot and suck down a lime I’m not sure it really dulls my senses It sure isn’t going to bring the sun back There’s no escaping what I fear Which is trying to get back on the track
I don’t have the power to fight the Sunday night blues Sitting around powerless against the Sunday night blues
Everything in the past two days have gone beautifully I couldn’t ask for anything better But now I look back at it as a waste Maybe tomorrow I can talk to the wage settor Though I’m afraid if things go my way My life still won’t completely improve It’s no surprise the world calls this the end of the week It takes a whole reset to get back in the groove
I don’t have the power to fight the Sunday night blues Sitting around powerless against the Sunday night blues
I picture how the next day will go Even though these images I’d like to avoid My week is creeping into my weekend And it’s going to take until I’m destroyed Can I stretch out everything I have Or am I stuck with being stomped The foot is coming down on my face My boss won’t leave me alone until I’m swamped
I don’t have the power to fight the Sunday night blues Sitting around powerless against the Sunday night blues
The only scenario I can really consider or picture Is how nice it’d be to not ever awake Would I’d be looked for in the morning Since I didn’t show up during daybreak Do those who take my time see me as irreplaceable Or would they remove my name to find the next cog In my dreams the boss is knocking my door down He who haunts but is not there is a demagogue
I don’t have the power to fight the Sunday night blues Sitting around powerless against the Sunday night blues
I grip my seat and shake in paralysis Weren’t they supposed to release us from captivity My mind sorts my life into boxes Bottling up every last drop of creativity I watch the ants crawl in formation And feel powerless to bite and sting My alarm warms up its voice in preparation Tomorrow it’ll be the only thing that sings
I don’t have the power to fight the Sunday night blues Sitting around powerless against the Sunday night blues
