Tristan Robert Lange

This Sunday Night

What can one ever do?

I am one to see things through,

But I am weary

On this dreary

Sunday night.

What can one ever be?

I am one who needs to be free,

But I am so dreary

On this weathered and weary

Sunday night.

What can one ever say?

I’ll not budge who I am today,

But I am so very weary

Of things being so damned dreary

On this Sunday night.