It’s Immaterial
Endless Holiday
Sunshine creeps through the blinds
And into my life
Well, I awoke this morning
To a radio alarm
From the street I could hear
The sound of traffic
People leaving for work
Just another Monday morning
Goodbye, I watch you from the drive
Enjoy your work's the last I say
You wish for Friday
Well, I glance up and down the road
Before returning to the home
To put the breakfast things away
On my endless holiday
And I'll while away the hours
In every afternoon
There are ways to kill the time
Until the day's through
Well, me
Well, I don't read much anymore
And if that's when you start to die
Well, I hope it doesn't show
These are the details friends won't know
The things you learn to hide
When you've no idea why
You're forced outside your life