It's sunday noon in my room
the wind is really ragin'
inside i'll hide in my tune
and think of yesterday playing
'in my room'
'in my room'
i feel like a kite high in a tree
is this where i'm suppose to be?
i wish i was a little boy
when love was taken care of
i know. i will say.
maybe today.
It's sunday noon, cocoon and heal
oh no, please don't throw me in the briar.
where mothers made all the meals
and fathers built the fire
when will this feeling go away?
when will this feeling ever stay?
Maybe today. maybe today.
maybe today. maybe today.
and now i'm not so mournful
as i sit and watch the wind blow
this place is my cathedral
and the choir's swaying just outside the window
everyone needs a day to dream, perchance
today i have yesterday to tempt me
so c'mon put on your best dress and let's dance
for the chairs are all but empty
when will this feeling go away?
when will this feeling ever stay?
Maybe today. maybe today.
maybe today. maybe today.