Thursday © 1973, aidan nolan

Thursday,
Have you found another reason why you lied and made me cry,
When I was younger,
Thursday,
Have you looked around and found there is nothing in the sound,
That made you wonder,
And it’s hard to believe, when you can’t find a reason for,
Thursday,
And the memories return come to burn and earn their place,
Among my feelings,
Thursday,
And the rain was pouring down as I lay back and I frowned,
Up at the ceiling,
And it’s hard to believe, when you can’t find a reason for,
Thursday.

There was something I said that went round in my head on Thursday.
But it can’t matter now I forget anyhow, on Thursday.

Thursday,
And I’m caught here alone with no love of my own,
To be smiling,
Thursday,
Yes it’s all much the same, it’s a game on a name,
Spoke in silence,
And it’s hard to believe, when you, you can’t find a reason for,
Thursday.
Good old Thursday, Good old Thursday.