deal me another hand
there’s no use sitting here being sad about it
i’m trying to understand
why every day’s a race i can do without it
and i believe
that there’s a purpose behind it all
and i can see
even the strong will eventually fall
maybe i’m just afraid of nothing at all
welcome to the soaking streets
the hours pass by like a cloud on sunday
the rain drops collect on a leaf
can’t they understand that it feels like monday
maybe this time around
i’m in too far and i can’t see outside
and if you’re seeking relief
wait ‘til the rain drops stop another new day
and i believe
that there’s an answer behind the wall
and i can see
even the young will eventually fall
maybe i’m just afraid of nothing at all
and if you can’t remember why you came
then tell yourself it’s just a game
i feel the same way…
maybe i’m just afraid of Monday
maybe i’m just afraid of Tuesday
maybe i’m just afraid of Wednesday
maybe i’m just afraid of Thursday
maybe i’m just afraid of Friday
maybe i’m just afraid of Saturday…
Sixties folk commingles with slackened psych on the Australian band's quirky new gem: a laid-back album with a warm, crisp feel. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2018