Текст песни: Mr. Big. Seven Impossible Days.

Sunday morning, out of my mind
Feel like it's going to waste
Twenty-five years, seven impossible days

Monday morning, I'll never find
Someone with strength to betray
Twenty-five years, seven impossible days

People are walking, leaving behind
Someone who wants them to stay
Everyone's talking out of their minds
See that their gone, afraid that their coming to stay

Friday morning, got through the grind
Find me a woman who lays
My head to bed in seven impossible ways

People are walking, leaving behind
Someone who wants them to stay
Everyone's talking out of their minds
See that their gone, afraid that their coming to stay
Ooh, yeah, their coming to stay

Sunday morning, out of my mind
Fee like it's going to waste, yeah
Twenty-five years, seven impossible days
Seven impossible days, seven impossible days
Seven impossible days, yeah, it's seven impossible days