She pulls the shade;
it's just another sunny sunday
she dodges the light like blanche dubois
bright colors fade away on such a sunny sunday;
she waits for the night to fall
then she points a pistol through the door
and she aims at the streetlight
while the freeway hisses
dogs bark as the gun falls to the floor
the streetlight's still burning;
she always misses
but the day she hits
that's the day she'll leave
that one little victory, that's all she needs!
she pulls the shade;
it's just another sunny monday
she waits for the night to fall