Sunday night and your god’s just gone away
You try to place the words, find the things to say
But you sip your drink and dig that hole in the wall
Never thought the world could get this small
You dig and you dig until that shovel breaks
Reach in with faint hope for maybe just a taste
Of all of those things you’ve been searching for
But it was just the knock at someone else’s door

Monday night and you’re still somewhere in town
Your spiral world is spinnin’ round and round
You’ve had your chance at this child-play game
It’s so much different yet it’s all the same
Vertigo red, orange, yellow, and green
Swirls about you and still remains unseen
You turned your back and ran against the grain
And it used to be you thought you were sane