a day to lose or through away
 it makes me wonder why we
 ever got up at all
 there's not a lot to do at home
 we've done it all before
 another wested sunday
 sitting waiting for monday
 we had it planned a different way
 but always it's the same
 at least the wind is warmer
 when it brings the rain

 but if it's green in the park
 and it's still warm after dark
 and if the man who keeps it tidy
 don't come around
 we'll just walk beneath the trees
 hand in hand
 just you and me
 and if the grass is drying we'll
 sit upon the ground

 done all there's it to do at home
 there's nothing left at all
 another wasted sunday
 sitting waiting for monday
 in seven this is the one day
 that nothing seems to go my way

 but if it's green in the park
 and it's still warm after dark
 and if the man who keeps it
 tidy don't come around
 we'll just walk beneath the trees
 hand in hand just you and me
 and if the grass is dry
 we'll sit upon the ground