It’s Sunday noon in my roomThe wind is really ragin’Inside I’ll hide in my tuneAnd think of yesterday playing’In my room »In my room’I feel like a kite high in a treeIs this where I’m suppose to be?I wish I was a little boyWhen love was taken care ofI know. I will say.Maybe today.It’s Sunday noon, cocoon and healOh no, please don’t throw me in the briar.When mothers made all the mealsAnd fathers built the fireWhen will this feeling go away?When will this feeling ever stay?Maybe today. Maybe today.Maybe today. Maybe today.And now I’m not so mournfulAs I sit and watch the wind blowThis place is my cathedralAnd the choir’s swaying just outside the windowEveryone needs a day to dream, perchanceToday I have yesterday to tempt meSo c’mon put on your best dress and let’s danceFor the chairs are all but emptyWhen will this feeling go away?When will this feeling ever stay?Maybe today. Maybe today.Maybe today. Maybe today.