I lost Thursday
I had it somewhere
Don't say it's where I left it
I lost Thursday like it was nothing
That fact is uncontested
I am sleepy
I'm not strong but it was like any day
Where I left it
Take it back
Now I suspect foul play

Nights flow right into the next
I'm reading off this text and thinking very fast
This panopticon is full of people sitting still until this time has passed

(It's supernatural how spaced out we can be)
(It's supernatural how spaced out we can be)

I left Thursday inside your knapsack
Packed in a zipped-up sleeping bag
Half the time you're feeling fine
Cool as an amphibian
Half the time you wonder why we're stuck in this oblivion
Today was going to be the year I kept a closer watch
Stepped up another notch
Now it's post-historic time
My diorama mind is stuck inside this thought

(It's supernatural how spaced out we can be)
I lost Thursday
I had it somewhere
(It's supernatural how spaced out we can be)

I lost Thursday like it was nothing
(Ee-ah)
I lost Thursday
(Oh)
I lost Thursday

I am sleepy
I'm not strong but it was like any day
Where I left it
Take it back
Now I suspect foul play

Nights flow right into the next
I'm reading off this text and thinking very fast
This panopticon is full of people sitting still until this time has passed

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Writer(s): John Flansburgh, John Linnell