Sunday was a busted van She had more than she could stand It went in a little too deep It wasn't that she couldn't take it Monday found her dead and gone Left here all alone Here's to another day of great expectations Went to find the guys underneath the billboard sign that said () It will be sublime What ya' got to looooose It will be sublime Oh, baby, I'm a foooool for you Tuesday was so nice We made it all the way to Phoenix To celebrate the day we bowed our heads and prayed Wednesday caught me by surprise There was no one left but I Here's to another day of just not knowing I cried to the One that I prayed to the night before What's it like back home () By Friday I was crashing like a wrecking ball At the liquor store on Ventura Boulevard Went to the doctor to get a loan against the weakness He said that's what you get when you're a rolling stone () () Sunday, I died, but all I wanted to do was cry Here's to another day of great expectations