Il testo della Not a lot to do

Sunday afternoon, not a lot to do
Think of all the places i could be, people i could meet
Life's so small i'm watching drops of rain, on my window pane
Empty streets and no-one knocks around, no-one goes to town (fall asleep)
 
Wanna go-on out, sick of staying in
Live-in life with worries on my mind, waist away the time (i was gifted)
 
Day that i was born, closed up all the doors so restricted

Put my life of shame, through the window pane, now i'm blessed
 
`cos god created sundays, so we could stay in
And watch the rain falling down now i lay on my bed,
I feel all left out i switch off my head
 
And i can live on my own and stay in all day and watch the rain fall down
I lay on my bed, i feel all left out
I switch off my head