The Sunday Before Labor Day

By the time he had spoken
His mother was crying
For all of the things
That she knew would not be

And tough he rejected her sympathy
He knew that his hearth was broken

Cause he was alone for the holiday
Sitting at home with the memories
Breaking the news to his family
and trying to explain

On a beautiful Sunday
His lover had told him
She could not bear
To pretend anymore

He'll never be what she had before
And so she walked away

And left him alone for the holidays
Sitting at home with the memories
Breaking the news to his family
And trying to explain

But she wasn't ready for love again
Even if he was a better man
To her he would always be second-hand
And so she walked away

She walked away.