I look out the window,
It’s cold and grey out today,
A light rain falls,
Nothing to get upset about,
But just enough to be a bother.

The church bell tolls in the distance,
But I won’t be going today,
No, I’ll stay inside,
Wrapped up in a blanket by the fire,
My laptop on the floor in front of me,
With a lone friend left to talk.

The cars go by, like hearses,
One by one on this dreary day,
All to the church, where the bell tolls,
Sitting there, listening to a man shout,
Of how they’re all doomed,
Then they go about their lives,
Through the rain on this Sunday.