WET WEEKEND

Here it is a Sunday, we can let our worries wait, Yes, I know! A day trip, but we thought of it too late. Don’t ask for decisions cuz I’m dimming like the sky, now I’m raining, these days I don’t even have to try. Even have to try
Like the other days this month, this one is dripping wet, I’ll take the blame for many things but not for this, not yet, no no not yet.
Well, this must be the best of all the days of rest. Help me face it as a friend, another wet weekend.
Maybe it’s a good day for a homily or two, here’s a funny story that I wanted to be true.
Outside in the churches they are asking for a hand, Me, I walk upon the sea, preferring it to land, preferring it to land, to land.
Yes this must be the best of all the days of rest, help me face it as a friend, we’re stuck inside again, another wet weekend. Another wet weak end.