It's a Sunday afternoon And I'm sitting up tired to My front, many days have passed While it should have been the Time for us It's a someday black night and I'm sitting uninspired somewhere else Hiding my bones, reaching fort the time Well you don't build a city in a day But in twenty years you should have something And while waiting for the glory days to come I sing a song Well it's a Tuesday pure morning I'm waking up, tired to my front Cause I know, there's a lot of things to think about Like Friday maybe you'll be there With the needle and thread for broken hearts You'll fix mine and I'll fix yours And then we'll mix them in a love bowl Well, sorry I got carried away But the truth will rise and remain And while waiting for the glory days to come I sing a song I hope and pray to my god That he will see us two To guide me out of the fog And we meet up in glory days You don't build a city in a day But in twenty years you should have something And while waiting for the glory days to come I sing a song