Coffee in my cup, sunlight fading slow, Weekend slipping through my hands, nowhere else to go. I hear that ticking clock, whispering the truth, Another Monday morning’s waiting right around the roof. My shirt’s still hanging, my desk still calls my name, The emails keep on stacking, it’s the same old game. Oh, I’ve got the Sunday blues, That heavy weight I just can’t lose. Counting hours, I’m running out of time, Dreaming of freedom that was only mine. Oh, the weekend flew, it’s already gone, Now the Sunday blues keep dragging on. Scroll through my phone, try to push it away, But deadlines and meetings creep into today. Laughter from Friday feels a world apart, Now I’m tying up a tie with a half-awake heart. I swear I’ll break free, one of these days, But the morning commute keeps showing me the way. Oh, I’ve got the Sunday blues, That heavy weight I just can’t lose. Counting hours, I’m running out of time, Dreaming of freedom that was only mine. Oh, the weekend flew, it’s already gone, Now the Sunday blues keep dragging on. Maybe I’ll call in sick, maybe I’ll just run, Find a little corner where the wild things come. But the clock strikes midnight, and the truth breaks through— Monday’s on the doorstep, nothing I can do. Oh, I’ve got the Sunday blues, That heavy weight I just can’t lose. Counting hours, I’m running out of time, Dreaming of freedom that was only mine. Oh, the weekend flew, it’s already gone, Now the Sunday blues keep dragging on. So here’s to the Fridays, the Saturdays too, And even the Sundays, when they don’t feel so blue. But tonight’s just another, and I know it’s true— Tomorrow’s Monday, and I’ve got the Sunday blues.
