Rainy Sunday

The calendar says July, but the sky is battleship grey

That June sun must’ve got lost somewhere along the way

The garden’s turning into a pond, the roses are hanging their heads

And the dog is curled up tight on the rug, staying tucked into his bed

Yeah, they call this the summer, or at least that’s the word on the street

But I’m looking for a sweater instead of a tan and the heat.

It’s just another rainy Sunday, in a season that forgot its name

The patio chairs are soaking, and I ain’t feeling no shame

I’m throwing another log on the fire, watch the orange embers glow

While the clouds do all the heavy lifting, putting on a show

Yeah, I’m pouring one more glass of red, letting the world spin on by

Underneath this heavy, weeping, mid-July sky.

The mower’s sitting in the shed, it won’t be humming today

The weeds can have the garden, I’m looking the other way

There’s a sweet kind of magic in having no place you gotta be

No chores calling my name, no "to-do" lists haunting me

Just the rhythm of the raindrops tapping on the tin roof top

Praying that the ticking of the clock might finally stop.

Tomorrow’s coming swinging with the hustle and the noise

The Monday morning emails and the rattling of the boys

But right now it’s just the crackle and the stillness in the air

Finding a little bit of Heaven in an old armchair.

It’s just another rainy Sunday, in a season that forgot its name

The patio chairs are soaking, and I ain’t feeling no shame

I’m throwing another log on the fire, watch the orange embers glow

While the clouds do all the heavy lifting, putting on a show

Yeah, I’m pouring one more glass of red, letting the world spin on by

Underneath this heavy, weeping, mid-July sky.

Just getting my mind ready...

For whatever the week’s gonna throw.

Yeah, let it rain, let it pour...

I ain’t going nowhere at all.

Just another rainy Sunday.

Kingswood Drifter - Kingswood Recordings