Answer:
Sundays of my life, are all the life I own
and Monday is too close for me to bear
and another view was green, and another road was longer
with friends always waiting somewhere
The roads I didn't take, I bid them all farewell
well Sunday warms my blood and cools my mind
and the dreams which once were real
are now mud beneath my footsteps, ten thousand ages behind
The nights can get you down, and friends dont stay forgotten
Sunday, Too Far Away