Monday's looking at Tuesday, but the problem is he's looking behind.
Tuesday tries to pass Wednesday with a feeling he's left at the line.
Thursday going steady, the bounce in his stride's the sign,
And Friday's the date that they congragate, when everybody’s feeling fine.

Feeling fine. Feeling fine.

Vicar seeks a congragation, the hopeful on a wing and a prayer.
Teachers looking for angels, but they're swinging like they just don't care.
The vain look to liposuction, weak just looking to survive.
The clockmaker knows when it's time to go, but the clock is saying ten to five.

Today, today beats yesterday.
Just feel the rush, it's out of sight.
Today, today flee yesterday.
This dawn brings life into the night.

Monday can never quite catch Tuesday, and Tuesday's out on his own.
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday’s the same. But they each call their houses their home.
All looking down on Monday, yet they all have a goal they share,
But the prize at the end is the big weekend, and he's never been the type to care.

Today, today beats yesterday.
Just feel the rush, it's out of sight.
Today, today flee yesterday.
This dawn brings life into the night.

Brings life into the night.


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