I get the other sunday
I woke up early
Went down to the record shop
You said hi
With the pencil i wrote a postcard
And i wrote about injustice
About cruelty
You know me
I'd rather mope around all day
Then try and feel better
And let things go my way
These small things
Make a difference
The boys club door
Who needs it
They saw me walking
I got a ride home
And its not you its me mom
Its your friend
I want this day to end
I walked slowly to the window
Wearing the Tshirt with my face on it
(honky-tonk piano solo)