The days are sliding past me fast
They twist and dodge and weave
I wake up Monday, go to work
And Friday take my leave
On Saturday I go to sleep
On Wednesday I wake up
I leave my room on Thursday morn
And to my fam say “sup”
On Sunday I attend my church
And leave there Tuesday night
What I would give to sit a while
And stop time’s rapid flight
But someday soon I’ll pack my bags
To go to Liberty
But I will miss the times I’ve had
In Washington, DC