Black Sunday Jethro Tull текст и слова песни

Tomorrow is the one day I would change for a Monday

With freezing rains melting and no trains running

And sad eyes passing in window flimsy

And my seat rocking from legs not quite matching

Got passport, credit cards, a plane that I'm catching

Black sunday falls one day too soon.


The taxi that takes me will be moving too quickly

My suitcase simply too full for the closing

Of pants, shirts and kisses all packed in a hurry

Two best - selling paperbacks chosen at random -

No sign of sales - persons to whom I might hand them

Black sunday falls one day too soon.


And down at the airport are probably waiting

A few thousand passengers, overbooked seating

Time long suspended in transit - lounge traumas -

Connection broken and Special Branch waiting

Conspicuously standing in holiday clothing

Black sunday falls one day too soon.


Pick up my feet and kick off my lethargy

Down to the gate with the old mood upon me

Get out and chase the small immortality

Born in the minute of my next returning

Impatient feet tapping and cigarette burning

Homecoming one day too soon.


And back at the house there's a grey sky a tumbling