Interpret:

Jethro Tull

Album:

A

Tomorrow is the one day I would change for a Monday 
with freezing rains melting and no trains running 
and sad eyes passing in windows flimsy 
and my seat rocking from legs not quite matching 
Got passport, credit cards, a plane that I'm catching 
Black Sunday falls one day too soon 


The taxi that takes me will be moving too quickly 
My suitcases simply too full for the closing 
of pants, shirts and kisses all packed in a hurry 
Two best-selling paper backs chosen at random --- 
no sign of sales-persons to whom I might hand them 
Black Sunday falls one day too soon 


And down at the airport are probably waiting 
a few thousand passengers, overbooked seating 
Time long suspended in transit-lounge traumas --- 
connections broken and Special Branch waiting 
conspicuously standing in holiday clothing 
Black Sunday falls one day too soon 


Pick up my feet and kick off my lethargy 
Down to the gate with the old mood upon me 
Get out and chase the small immortality 
born in the minute of my next returning 
Impatient feet tapping and cigarette burning 
Homecoming one day too soon 


And back at the house there's a grey sky a-tumbling 
Milk bottles piling on door steps a-crumbling 
Curtains all drawn and cold water plumbing 
Notepaper scribbles I read unbelieving 
Saying how sorry, how sad was the leaving 
...one day too soon