It Will be Sunday Soon

You know what he’s through, no life at all.
A misery oh my dear.
He’s lost it all and more, including hopes that kept his life on tracks.
Surrounded by old friends, who are not friends, at least not real ones.
They’ll let him down one day, he knows that well, another bunch of flies.
And it will be Sunday soon, too soon.
Pretending to be cool, had led him to an unreal social life.
The always dreary song that’s rather full of gossips on his back.
He’s falling down well down, I see no bright future oh my dear…
and just for goodness sake he does get well and leave my girl behind.
And It will be Sunday soon, too soon.
And it will be Sunday soon, too soon.