Never Coming Down
Brewed In Sweden - Vol. 3 Lyrics

Well, I woke up Sunday morning
The singer begins by describing waking up on a Sunday morning, suggesting that perhaps they had a rough night the night before.

With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt.
The singer's head was hurting, possibly from a hangover or just fatigue from the recent night.

And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
Despite the singer's headache, they had still indulged in beer for breakfast.

So I had one more for dessert.
The artist enjoyed the beer so much that they had another one for dessert.

Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
After finishing their beer, the artist went to their closet to select an outfit for the day.

And found my cleanest dirty shirt.
Despite having clean clothes, the singer chose to wear their 'cleanest dirty shirt.'

Then I washed my face and combed my hair
The singer washed their face and combed their hair, possibly in an attempt to feel more put-together.

And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
Despite their headache and rough morning, the artist began their day by heading downstairs to face the world.

I'd smoked my mind the night before
The artist reveals that the previous night, they had smoked and played music to the point where they had fogged their mind.

With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking.
The artist clarifies that the thing they had 'smoked their mind' with was cigarettes and guitar playing.

But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Despite the previous night's indulgence, the singer still starts their day with another cigarette and observes a child playing with a can.

Playing with a can that he was kicking.
The child is playing with a can and kicking it, suggesting that they are content with simple things.

Then I walked across the street
The singer crosses the street, likely to observe their surroundings or enjoy the morning.

And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken.
The singer smells food cooking nearby, possibly triggering a nostalgic or comforting feeling in them.

And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost
The smell of the cooking reminds the singer of something they had lost or left behind in the past.

Somewhere, somehow along the way.
The artist is not sure exactly what the smell reminded them of, but they know it was something from their past.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
The artist is now walking down a sidewalk, likely lost in thought or taking in their surroundings.

I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
The singer wishes they were high, possibly to help them ease their feelings of loneliness or disconnection.

'Cause there's something in a Sunday
The singer believes there is something specific about Sundays that makes them feel this way, although they don't clarify what that is specifically.

That makes a body feel alone.
Sundays make the artist feel lonely or isolated from others, even if they are surrounded by people.

And there's nothing short a' dying
The artist believes that nothing is as lonely or isolating as death.

That's half as lonesome as the sound
However, the artist believes that the sound of a bustling city muted by the early morning is almost as lonely as dying.

Of the sleeping city sidewalk
The singer hears only the sound of the sidewalk and the quiet of the early morning amidst a busy city.

And Sunday morning coming down.
The artist is still facing the loneliness and alienation that they feel on Sunday morning.

In the park I saw a daddy
The singer observes a father and his daughter playing in the park.

With a laughing little girl that he was swinging.
The little girl is laughing and enjoying herself while the father swings her on a swing.

And I stopped beside a Sunday school
The singer pauses near a Sunday school, perhaps reminiscing about their own experiences with religion or spirituality.

And listened to the songs they were singing.
The artist listens to the sound of the singing coming from the Sunday school.

Then I headed down the street,
The artist continues their walk down the street, still pondering their loneliness and nostalgia.

And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing,
The singer hears the sound of a bell ringing in the distance, possibly from a church or other religious building.

And it echoed through the canyon
The sound of the bell echoes through the canyons of the city, making it feel even more isolated and quiet.

Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
The sound of the bell fading away reminds the artist of lost dreams or memories from the past that they can never get back.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
The artist is still walking around on the quiet streets of the city on a Sunday morning.

I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
Despite everything they've seen and heard on this Sunday morning, the artist is still looking for an escape or comfort in being high.

'Cause there's something in a Sunday
The particular melancholy that the singer feels on a Sunday morning remains an enigma to them, but they are certain it is different from other days of the week.

That makes a body feel alone.
Despite the presence of other people around them, the artist feels intensely isolated on Sunday mornings.

And there's nothing short a' dying
Again, the singer emphasizes that death is the only feeling that is worse than their loneliness on Sunday mornings.

That's half as lonesome as the sound
Nonetheless, the sound of the early morning city continues to evoke feelings of melancholy and isolation in the singer.

Of the sleeping city sidewalk
The sound and atmosphere of the city on a Sunday morning is characterized by quietness and emptiness, adding to the singer's sense of isolation.

And Sunday morning coming down.
Despite moving through different environments and observing various people and things, the artist is still confronted with the same feelings of loneliness and nostalgia as the morning wears on.