Black Sunday

Текст песни JETHRO TULL - Black Sunday <br/> Tomorrow is the one day I would change for a MondayWith freezing rains melting and no trains runningAnd sad eyes passing in window flimsyAnd my seat rocking from legs not quite matchingGot passport, credit cards, a plane that I&#039;m catchingBlack sunday falls one day too soon.( )<br />The taxi that takes me will be moving too quicklyMy suitcase simply too full for the closingOf pants, shirts and kisses all packed in a hurryTwo best - selling paperbacks chosen at random -No sign of sales - persons to whom I might hand themBlack sunday falls one day too soon.And down at the airport are probably waitingA few thousand passengers, overbooked seatingTime long suspended in transit - lounge traumas -Connection broken and Special Branch waitingConspicuously standing in holiday clothingBlack sunday falls one day too soon.Pick up my feet and kick off my lethargyDown to the gate with the old mood upon meGet out and chase the small immortalityBorn in the minute of my next returningImpatient feet tapping and cigarette burningHomecoming one day too soon.And back at the house there&#039;s a grey sky a tumbling