BY JAY WELLER
EARLY SUNDAY MORNIN’
AND MY MIND IS FULLY STORMIN’
AND THE BODY STARTS TO WHORIN’
I NEED ANOTHER HIT
A SWEATY TAMPA SKYLINE
NOW I’M JUST BIDDIN’ TIME
KNOW ITS COMIN’ HIGH TIME
RAPTURE APPROXIMATE
ON A FLAT AND DREARY WEDNESDAY
SITTIN’ BY THE RIVER
THE CURRENT BREAKS AGAINST GROUNDS SLIVER
LIKE MOMENTS THAT SPLIT ONE’S LIFE IN TWO
THE SWELL CASTS GOLD A SHIMMER
THAT PAUSES ONE TO PONDER
THE POINT AROUND THE CORNER
WHERE A MAN MUST DO WHAT HE SHOULD DO
IT’S A BROKEN HEADED SUNDAY
REDEMPTION MINDED MONDAY
THE DEVIL FURNISHED FRIDAY
TO CLAIM ME A FINAL END
IT’S A BROKEN HEADED SUNDAY
REDEMPTION MINDED MONDAY
THE DEVIL FURNISHED FRIDAY
AND I’M STARING AT THE RIVER ONCE AGAIN
IT’S A BROKEN HEADED SUNDAY
REDEMPTION MINDED MONDAY
THE DEVIL FURNISHED FRIDAY
TO MY GOD I ASK TO GIVE AMENDS
IT’S A BROKEN HEADED SUNDAY
REDEMPTION MINDED MONDAY
THE DEVIL FURNISHED FRIDAY
AND I’M STARING AT THE RIVER ONCE AGAIN