Day 3 (2020). Lyrics by Dan Zlotnick

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My throat is dry and my head feels like the ice out on the river

My cloudy eyes rise up to see your soft face in the mirror

Your lipstick on so you don’t look dead, tiptoe over to the bed

You kiss me on my cold forehead and you leave to go to work

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Weekday alarms ring too soon

They tear my tender arms from you

A quiet morning’s on its way

We’ll sleep in on Saturday

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Finding ways to keep my hands from reaching out to you

My feet are tapping nerves away as I’m working out a tune

The song is nothing special though, so in the garbage it will go

These silly words that don’t come close to saying what I feel

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Weekday alarms ring too soon

They tear my tender arms from you

A quiet morning’s on its way

We’ll sleep in on Saturday

 

Hours pass you call to say that you’re on your way to me

It twists my heart like a dirty sponge ‘cause it’s time for me to leave

I’m working nights you’re working days, I hear the loudest whisper say

Who needs money anyway, yet out the door I go

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Weekday alarms ring too soon

They tear my tender arms from you

A quiet morning’s on its way

We’ll sleep in on Saturday

A quiet morning’s on its way

We’ll sleep in on Saturday