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  1. Sunday

From the recording Wandering

Lyrics

Sunday
Sweet, sweet, Sunday
Those cold northeast mornings feel warm when I’m in your bed
Sunday
Every Sunday
I wake up beside you smiling as the records play

Do you remember when I would cry every weekend?
I’d blame it on the rain, tell you that I haven’t been sleeping
Oh, I slept my life away
Do you remember when I would cry every weekend?
How the days would fly living in a lifeless existence
Oh, how things have changed

Sunday morning
We sip on our coffee
Smell the maple and honey, hungry,
Always wanting more
Every other day
Every other day I am waiting
Lost in every daydream, remembering the Sunday before

Do you remember when I would cry every weekend
I’d blame it on the rain, tell you that I haven’t been sleeping
Oh, I slept my life away
Do you remember when I would cry every weekend?
How the days would fly living in a lifeless existence
Oh, how things have changed

Oh, Sunday
Sweet, sweet Sunday
If time could be frozen
I’d freeze every moment we’ve shared
And someday, when we are much older
We’ll always remember our love on Sunday
We’ll always remember our love on Sunday
We’ll always remember our love on Sunday