Woke up late on a Sunday morning, afternoon
Nothing to do but laze around.
Maybe I'll make myself some coffee pretty soon
Maybe I'll just flick on the news.

And I know that you're waiting in a bar
With your hair made up and your eyes lighting up.

Such a strange day in such an ordinary place.
Take my time walking through my corridor
Counting pieces with my feet on the floor.

And I know that you're waiting in a bar
For the rest of your life for someone to arrive.