We should run to bed it's getting dark
No more ukulele in the park
So much for naps at 3 'O clock
Monday morning's right around the block

We better pull our bootstraps up for the week
It may not be till Tuesday when we speak
Sunday stars burn fast
Shining in my eyes
Burning our time away
To ruins of yesterday
Sunday stars burn fast
Why am I surprised?

It happens each week
When the office starts to call again
Goodbye to our laughs from Saturday
LOL don't ever feel the same
Goodbye to the way you hold me tight
I don't feel as warm near office lights

Sunday's here again my dear, déjà vu
Throughout the week I'll daydream of you
Sunday stars burn fast
Shining in my eyes
Burning our time away
To ruins of yesterday
Sunday stars burn fast
Why am I surprised?

It happens each week
When the office starts to call again