Saturday was a sad day
Sunday didn't ever see the sun
Monday was just a memory
Just as soon as Tuesday had begun
It's not that I'm counting down or forgetting to look up
Just sitting here today, figuring out where I'm coming from
If the price of life is going cheap
Well, then I, I'm taking off far
I always have the rosy view I keep up somehow
But if it ever goes away, if it ever gets too much
I won't be afraid to tell you so
'cause if it ever goes away
And if it ever gets too much
It's easy now to pack away
Take a breath, and tell you so