Sunday Morning
9.4 Lyrics

Well I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head That didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't Bad so I had one more for dessert
I woke up on Sunday morning with a terrible hangover, but managed to find some comfort in knowing that the beer I had for breakfast didn't taste too bad, so much that I even had another one.

Then I fumbled through my closet For my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt And I shaved my face And combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs To meet the day
I struggled to get dressed in my cleanest dirty shirt and clean myself up before leaving the house to face the day.

I'd smoked my brain the night before With cigarettes and songs That I've been pickin' But I lit my first and watched a small kid Cussin' at a can that he was kickin
I got high the night before from smoking and playing guitar, but when I smoked my first cigarette of the day, I saw a child cursing at a can he was kicking.

Then I crossed the empty street and Caught the sunday smell Of someone fryin chicken And it took me back to something That I'd lost somehow Somewhere along the way
As I walked across the street, I caught a whiff of the smell of someone frying chicken, which reminded me of something I had lost along the way in life.

On the sunday morning sidewalk Wishing lord that I was stoned Cause there's something in a sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothing short of dying Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down
Walking alone on Sunday morning, I felt a sense of loneliness and wished I had something to ease the pain, like being stoned. The quietness of the empty city streets only added to the emptiness I felt.

In the park I saw a daddy With a laughing little girl He was swingin And I stopped beside the Sunday school And listened to the song That they were singing
At a park, I saw a father playing with his happy daughter, which brought me some brief joy. I also stopped to listen to a song being sung at a nearby Sunday school.

Then I headed back for home And somewhere far away A lonely bell was ringing And it echoed thru the canyon like The disappearing dreams of yesterday
I then headed home and heard a lonely bell ringing in the distance. The sound echoed through the canyon like the fading memories of the dreams I had yesterday.

On the sunday morning sidewalk Wishing lord that I was stoned Cause therels something in a sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothing short of dying Half as lonesome as the sound On the sleeping city sidewalk Sunday morning coming down
Again on the sidewalk on a Sunday morning, I longed for some relief from my loneliness and wished for the numbing effects of being stoned. The sound of the empty city only amplified the loneliness I felt inside.