Song Length |
3:14 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock |
Lyrics
SUNDAY AGAIN
she starts to sigh
is she happy to be alive?
she's waiting in line
she's so ready now for something else
she knows her mind
she foils all your designs
without even trying
but she might entertain a certain doubt
now she reads the paper
as the clothes hang on the line
she's looking so pretty
she's out of the city
it's Sunday again
and she's surrounded by flowers
Sunday again
and she can daydream for hours
Sunday again
late for the train
her hair's wet from the rain
she falls asleep on the way
as she leans gently on a stranger's arm
she's not afraid
her debts have been paid
or they've been erased
she says it's complicated to explain
now she sets the table
as the kids sleep in the den
she's looking so pretty
she's out of the city
it's Sunday again
and she's surrounded by flowers
Sunday again
she reads them stories for hours
Sunday again
it's Sunday again
and there's nothing but flowers
Sunday again
and she can daydream for hours
Sunday again
and it would take a lot of power
to bring her back again