Saturday was a sad daynSunday didn't ever see the sunnMonday was just a memorynJust as soon as Tuesday had begunnIt's not that I'm counting down or forgetting to look upnJust sitting here today, figuring out where I'm coming fromnnIf the price of life is going cheapnWell, then I, I'm taking off farnI always have the rosy view I keep up somehownBut if it ever goes away, if it ever gets too muchnI won't be afraid to tell you sonn'cause if it ever goes awaynAnd if it ever gets too muchnIt's easy now to pack awaynTake a breath, and tell you so