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