Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the wine I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
Well I smoked my brain the night before
With cigarettes and songs that I've been picking
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
Hmmm...it took me back to something
That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
Caused there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
In the park I watched a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swingin'
And I stopped beside the Sunday school
And listen to the song that they singing
Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
Caused there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the wine I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
Well I smoked my brain the night before
With cigarettes and songs that I've been picking
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
Then I crossed the empty street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
Hmmm...it took me back to something
That I'd lost somehow somewhere along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
Caused there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
In the park I watched a daddy
With a laughing little girl that he was swingin'
And I stopped beside the Sunday school
And listen to the song that they singing
Then I headed back for home
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was stoned
Caused there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleepy city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down