a shit-head But he never quit on me 'Till i told him he was useless And his sister was freaky Once when we were watching Sunday football A fuzzy screen
on crack! Tonight Whitey was counting on this town To show that we care But the first time he really needed us We weren't there! And on Christmas Eve
Sunday, wake up, give me a cigarette. Last night's love affair is looking vulnerable in my bed Silk sheet, blue dawn, Colgate, tongue warm Won't you quit
husband Angry young woman in the dark of the night Hears her children crying for dinner Hears her man shouting for his shirt And thinks of the first Sundays
Billy's bones are resting now? Married on a Tuesday Drunk on a Wednesday Got plugged on a Thursday Sick on a Friday Died on a Saturday Buried on a Sunday
salt Where every Sunday night he'll eat a little more of you You say you can't stop crying; it's just the power of the song Riding on the midnight bus
to go away So do me a favor baby Put down your new God And love me like Sunday again Aow Now I'm crying, like a church on Monday Prayin' for these feelings
telling It's definitely you that I'm wanting Boom, boom, boom I hear you knocking Every time you leave I start crying Kiss me on the left, kiss me on
was a working girl, no time, no money A crazy world, 'cause she's so lonely She was so upset, was alone, oh, in her bed She was crying too much, on
Runnin' From Your Dad Remember the summer time we were swinging On the front porch out in the rain It was Sunday you were all dressed up again Then
Yeah Nice and gentle Oh I been sleeping I been hidingBeat my head against the wallI been crying just from staringAt the shame of it all Let me outLet
rain And he?s right on time, right on time That?s why broken arrow waved his finger Down the road so dark and narrow In the evening just before the Sunday
Sunday matinee In a one dog town You're two seats away I move two seats down Wipe the tears from your eyes The first kiss I stole I walk you home The
timesback on the east coast. And I guess you could say it took california to bring us close. There was a lot of hard livin' and some stone cold women on
me with brutality, Talk to me, so you can see, Oh, what's going on, What's going on, Yeah, what's going on, Ah, what's going on, Father, father, everybody
his grave She's crying for loss, for the man on the cross She says no more, the awful ache She's crying for loss and the man on the cross She says no
't wait to get over There gonna see the man that died For me Howdy howdy Never goodbye No more crying No more dying Sun never going down Everyday'll be Sunday
s between two hearts, a personal situation Between two hearts, the kind of love with a reputation Yeah yeah yeah We never have to ask her why she's crying