It Must Be Sunday Lyrics - Singles - Snow Phoebe

And I watched the world surround me 

>From inside a phone booth 

And it began to astound me 

I tried to keep my couth 

I said it must be Sunday 

'Cause ev'rybody's tellin' the truth 

And then again it might be Monday 

Yeah it might be Monday 

'Cause ev'rybody's drinkin' vermouth 

She lent her hand 

At the kissing stand 

But she gave 'em away for free 

With an acid joke and a box of smoke 

She can barely see 

She drives her bus at dusk 

With headlights off 

And headphones up 

And for tomorrow 

She has planned a shopping spree 

There's a man who loved so hard 

He was like a billboard grin 

He toasted life and beauty 

'Til his head began to spin 

He pressed his cheek 

On rainwashed streets 

And he wept into his gin 

Reincarnation 

And he came back as himself again 

December thirty-first 

Is the very worst time of the year 

You got to think of people 

That you like enough 

To share your beer 

Just when you're having fun 

It's January one 

And you wait for explanations 

To appear