It didn't feel like Sunday. Didn't feel like June. When he met his silent partner in that lonely corner room. That over looked the marquee. Of the Plaza all-adult. And he was not lookin' for romance -- just someone he could trust. Chorus. And it wasn't no way to carry on. It wasn't no way to live. But he could put up with it for a little while. He was workin' on something big. Speedball rang the night clerk. Said "Send me up a drink". The night clerk said "It's Sunday man ...wait a minute let me think. There's a little place outside of town that might. Still have some wine". Speedball said "Forget it can I have an outside line". (Repeat Chorus). It was Monday when the daymaids. Found the still made bed. All except the pillows that lay stacked. Up at the head. And one said "I know I've seen his face. I wonder who he is?". The other said "Probably just another clown. Workin' on something big"