Sleeping in on Sunday

Stand still, the grains of time
Pillow of down feathers
Encasing my body, comforting my soul
I am sleeping in on Sunday
No more strain to meet the toll

Let the sunshine try to burst through the shutters
It won't matter anyway
All deadlines can be forgotten
Dreams don't have no dues to pay
So I am sleeping in on Sunday

All responsibilities are being put on hold
I am pressing the pause button
On all the people, places and things on
That blasted to-do
List all the reason for me to get out of bed
If you will but I am sleeping in on Sunday

Stand still, the grains of time
Pillow of down feathers
Encasing my body, comforting my soul
I am sleeping in on Sunday
No more strain to meet the toll