[Verse 1]
I am not what I once used to be, I was once what I am but now I m not
and even though you ll find some spirit in this tune you will never understand my point of view
and it feels such a cool sensation living life alive as God s creation
you don t know me, you can t see my face when you look in the mirror
someone else is always looking back at you
you try to grow up but you know you re gonna to be a faliure
so you stay young and hide your head deep within this tune on a Sunday afternoon
[Verse 2]
I got something and I feel it in my head
I write the songs and make them rhyme and play them once again
but do you notice or even care a bit for what I say
for you simply entertainment flowing from my brain
your head, my hand, your touch my love
I see your face on the cover of a record
I know you feel that you have to play along
as Im writing down the lyrics to this tune on Sunday afternoon
[Middle 8]
and in this world of truth, you have to sit down and write yourself a tune
or you ll be forgotten in the future which will be here before to soon
[Verse 3]
if you feel that you re alive then you d better join the race
if you ever see me cry then you d better dry my face
if you think that I am good then you d better tell me soon
for it my be that it all came into bloom on this Sunday afternoon.
