She woke up Sunday morning
Can't recall the night before
The outside light was on
And she had never closed the door
Not in the mood for breakfast
So she poured herself a drink
Stared around the empty house
And tried not to think
This quiet house
This quiet town
This quiet street
What happens now?
She woke up Sunday morning
With nowhere much to go
The kids were with their father
Exactly where, she didn't know
Sat down on the porch steps
No one walked by that she knew
Friends had tired of her sadness
They had better things to do
This quiet house
This quiet town
This quiet street
What happens now?
She woke up Sunday morning
And she talked to the TV
It said, "Next year will be better
Just you wait and see"
Commentary
I'm taking a songwriting class, and the assignment for this week was to write a song that had an "element" of the song we played last week. The song I played last week was "Church Street", so this one came from the thought of the quiet Sunday morning. It took me much longer to get to this mostly-finished state then most things I write; if it hadn't been an assignment I would have bailed out days ago. I'm not sure I like it but I'm sharing it anyway.
Follow-up
So on the way to class I was thinking about it, and I realized that the group would probably like this song more than I do. That was an understatement! They loved the song, and they were shocked when I was unsure about it. How 'bout that?
