I am not what I once used to be, I was once what I am but now I'm not
and even though you'll find some spirit in this tune you will never understand my point of view
and it feels such a cool sensation living life alive as God's creation
you don't know me, you can't see my face when you look in the mirror
someone else is always looking back at you
you try to grow up but you know you're gonna to be a faliure
so you stay young and hide your head deep within this tune on a Sunday afternoon
verse 2
I got something and I feel it in my head
I write the songs and make them rhyme and play them once again
but do you notice or even care a bit for what I say
for you simply entertainment flowing from my brain
your head, my hand, your touch my love
I see your face on the cover of a record
I know you feel that you have to play along
as Im writing down the lyrics to this tune on Sunday afternoon
Middle 8
and in this world of truth, you have to sit down and write yourself a tune
or you'll be forgotten in the future which will be here before to soon
verse 3
if you feel that you're alive then you'd better join the race
if you ever see me cry then you'd better dry my face
if you think that I am good then you'd better tell me soon
for it my be that it all came into bloom on this Sunday afternoon.