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lyrics: J. Morse © 1986

I - Sunday at Six
Plans were made for you well in advance
So, really, you didn't have much of a chance
To avoid what befell you that overcast eve
When you had the premonition it was time you should leave
But, as so often, you chose to ignore
The importance of what your mind told you before
So you were defenseless, with no bag of tricks
When fate played its joke on you Sunday...
Sunday at Six

II - Defenseless
You knew what was happening
You saw it all before
Yet you let the feeling pass
Now you're digging your own grave
Because you didn't care
About her fragile heart of glass
   On a dusky Sunday evening
   Your fate was set in stone
   Caught in a trap which you helped set
   Six o'clock approaches
   I hope you're not alone
   But then, I guess you'll deserve just what you get
And you dared show your face
Without any defense
To the world, it looks like suicide
It really makes no sense

The minutes ticking rapidly
The showdown coming close
Yet still you stand and face the draw
Those memories, they haunt you now
Don't they, little fool?
The spectres are laughing, knowing that you saw the bitter end...

III - Another Take
Plans were made for you well in advance
So here's your chance... replay the dance
But, as always, you choose to ignore
What's in store... you've been told before
   And now the curtain rises
   You've made the cast of the play
   In shock, the audience waits for death
   Wait a minute! What'd he say?
   I think you stunned the crowd
   At least, that's what it seems; they've lost their breath
You dared to show your face
Defenseless it seemed
One simple word, an apology
Defeated what you dreamed.

(The first time I did a full-blown reworking of a song; this, of course, is Defenseless.)