Don’t take me back to Monday blues to Friday jams and five day weeks.
Where no one care what lies below the other side, the cracks, the heat.
Pay the bills and settle down, a clean white shirt that won’t stand out.
Don’t take me back to fitting in a week of fun in two days gone.
Where other people’s worries spread, the burden shifts, they’ve lost, you’ve gained.
Easy way is nothing new, the friends the job the house the same.
Sitting in and making do, before they know it’s ten years gone.
Don’t take me back to where I’m from where old folks fear the children on the bus.
Where things are said but never done, they’re getting worse, there’s riots on the streets.
No regrets ’til thinking through ’bout where they’ve been and what they’ve not done.
Pay the bills and settle down, a clean white shirt that won’t stand out.
Don’t take me back to be the same, to say the words but never do.