Sunday Afternoon

I stretch my legs on a dull Sunday afternoon
Behind the closed door my soul begins to croon
Love locked lizards on the wall reaching a high
Spelling mistake on the newspaper, I cannot justify
Lost dust particles looking for the lost one
Into the sunrays through the window undone
The pages of an unread book flips as blows the wind
Behind the clumsiness of my mind I try to be disciplined
The fire on the cigarette butt refuses to die down
As I dream of country circus and the big fat clown

I stretch my arms on a dull Sunday afternoon
Behind the closed door I begin to find some tune
Cobwebs on the ceiling smile at the darkness
As I hear distant strumming of guitar into my madness
The mystery of my existence is still a mystery
As I take a deep look at the hanging tapestry
Don't know why the unread page looks so familiar
Deep down my memory lane something beings to stir
But I stretch my body on this dull Sunday afternoon
Because behind the closed door I have found the tune