Jethro Tull - Black Sunday lyrics

Tomorrow is the one day I would change for a monday<br>With freezing rains melting and no trains running<br>And sad eyes passing in windows flimsy<br>And my seat rocking from legs not quite matching<br>Got passport, credit cards, a plane that I'm catching<br>Black sunday falls one day too soon<br><br>The taxi that takes me will be moving too quickly<br>My suitcases simply too full for the closing<br>Of pants, shirts and kisses all packed in a hurry<br>Two best-selling paper backs chosen at random ---<br>No sign of sales-persons to whom I might hand them<br>Black sunday falls one day too soon<br><br>And down at the airport are probably waiting<br>A few thousand passengers, overbooked seating<br>Time long suspended in transit-lounge traumas ---<br>Connections broken and special branch waiting<br>Conspicuously standing in holiday clothing<br>Black sunday falls one day too soon<br><br>Pick up my feet and kick off my lethargy<br>Down to the gate with the old mood upon me<br>Get out and chase the small immortality<br>Born in the minute of my next returning<br>Impatient feet tapping and cigarette burning<br>Homecoming one day too soon<br><br>And back at the house there's a grey sky a-tumbling<br>Milk bottles piling on door steps a-crumbling<br>Curtains all drawn and cold water plumbing<br>Notepaper scribbles I read unbelieving<br>Saying how sorry, how sad was the leaving<br>...one day too soon