On Monday, the week is already too long.
Then Tuesday is here, then suddenly it’s gone.
Wednesday comes like a bird and it pecks on the door
for Thursday’s lion cub to spring out with a roar.
Friday’s bashing and banging with firework shows
’til Saturday streaks past, and then all of time slows
for those last-second Sundays, so constant and true:
oh how time moves so fast when I spend it with you.