Song Description

A little boy grows up with unfullfilled promises from his divorced daddy. When he gets older he falls in love. She promises to marry him but keeps putting him off too. She meets and marries someone else. He plods on through life, hoping that she will call him up and tell him that she is coming back to him. He dies, waiting by his telephone for the call she was never going to make.

Lyrics

A Wretched Life Of Sundays by Jim Miller Copyright 2007
verse
He was only six years old when his daddy moved away
He and momma, they lived alone
On Saturday his daddy?d call and talk with him a while
And promise to come see him Sunday morn

He?d get up early Sunday, put on his baseball glove
With his bat and ball he?d sit on the front lawn
Waiting for his daddy, who never did show up
Empty promises were what he grew up on

chorus
Every day is Sunday for a boy of only six
Promises broken once again
His heart is breaking slowly, one day at a time
Will this wretched life of Sundays ever end
Or will he have that empty feeling once again

verse
He talks with her every, morning on the phone
Tonight he?s going to see her after work
At noon she leaves a message, there?s been a change of plans
He starts feeling that old familiar hurt

bridge
She never seems to have, much time to be with him
She?s got herself a very busy life
She promised him that some Sunday, she would spend her life with him
They?d marry when she had a little time

chorus
Every day is Sunday for a man of twenty-six
Promises broken once again
His heart is breaking slowly, one day at a time
Will this wretched life of Sundays ever end
Or will he have that empty feeling once again

verse
With too damned many Sundays, the years have come and gone
Somewhere she?d found herself another man
She?d married and stopped calling, but he loved her all the same
Kept hoping she?d come back to him again

The years passed by slowly but his pain did not subside
He?d always go, right-home after work
To check his phone to see if she had called while he was gone
He always thought he?d hear again from her.

Chorus
Every day is Sunday for a man of thirty-six
Promises broken once again
His heart is breaking slowly, one day at a time
Will his wretched life of Sundays ever end
Or will he have that empty feeling once again

verse
Slowly
He never gave up thinking , sometime she would call
And tell him that she?d made a big mistake
He was waiting for the Sunday when she?d take him by the hand
But he died before that Sunday ever came

chorus
Every day is Sunday for a man of fifty-six
Promises broken once again
They found him Sunday morning he?d been waiting by the phone
Still hoping she would call him up again
His wretched Sundays came to an end