She said her name was Sunday
And I I would love her one day
Ten that’s half way to twenty
And I know that’s when you will marry me 

I looked at her and ran away
Dumbfounded I did not know what to say
I didn’t sleep that much that night
Afraid I was not needing a wife

She said wait for me I’ll be here
Right behind the bike shed
Next to where our names are
Carved out in the woodwork
That’s where I’ll be waiting for you

So to cut a long story short
I travelled but did not need a passport
Years take away what could have been
Sometimes I think of the space in between

I always remembered that time
But so many girls said they would be mine
Until everyday became the same
I’d think about what happened to Sunday

So I went down to the bike shed
To relive a memory
Maybe to clear my head
Maybe you would save me
And there you were standing
Next to where our names are
That’s where you were waiting for me