Lyrics:

Here on Monday seems like Friday
Happened just the other day
Tuesday faked for Friday morning
Then it started up again
What would I do Monday's through
Nothing seems to change
Guess I'll have to wait for Friday
Turn into another day
Turn into another day
Turn into another day now
I'm not tired but I got it right in
Get it out that little client
Here or no one how will I be
Doing nothing till tomorrow
Somethin' told me no one called to tell me
Nothin' will be home
Some how couldn't I find the words
Can be used to tell my story
Guess you'll have to take the risk
'Cause it might be rather boring
Yeah it might be rather boring
Might be rather boring to you
Could it be an atrophy
Of memories or loss of faces
Maybe it's I can't recall situations or the places
Perhaps I should be happy with
Many things I can't remember
struggle through the solitude
Yet another lonely winter
Yet another lonely winter
Yet another lonely winter
Half of time I got it right
Get around without little Bryan
Hold me stealin' liver garden
Is it slippin' or am i dyin'