The Prize

Monday's looking at Tuesday
but the problem is he's looking behind
Tuesday tries to pass Wednesday
with a feeling he's left at the line

Thursday going steady
the bounce in his stride's the sign
and Friday's the date that they congragate
when everybody's feeling fine

Vicar seeks a congragation
the hopeful on a wing and a prayer
Teachers looking for angels
but they're swinging like they just don't care

The vain look to liposuction
weak just looking to survive
The clockmaker knows when it's time to go
but the clock is saying ten to five

Today, today beats yesterday
Just feel the rush it's out of sight
Today, today flee yesterday
This dawn brings life into the night

Monday can never quite catch Tuesday
and Tuesday's out on his own
Wednesday, Thursday, Friday's the same
But they each call their houses their home
All looking down on Monday
yet they all have a goal they share
but the prize at the end is the big weekend
and he's never been the type to care.