Sunday Song - Will Herrington

Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire You read the color supplement, the TV guide You dream of protein on a plate Regret you left it quite so late To gather the family around the table To eat enough to sleep Oh, the Sunday sleep Sunday, Sunday here again a walk in the park You meet an old soldier and talk of the past He fought for us in two World Wars And the England he knew is no more He sings the songs of praise Then he reads, but always falls asleep For that Sunday sleep but he knows what he knows Sunday, Sunday Oh, that Sunday sleep Sunday, Sunday here again in tidy attire You read the color supplement, the TV guide You dream of protein on a plate Regret you left it quite so late You gather the family around the table To eat enough to sleep And mother's pride is your epithet That extra slice you'll soon regret So going out is your best bet Then bingo yourself to sleep Oh that Sunday sleep

It's not that bad We could have died Chalk it up to being young Prove it was me No morning drive No blurred headlight From the corner of my eye If only you were here right now, You'd tell me... Wouldn't it be somethin' if everything changed Wouldn't it be somethin' in your way Wouldn't it be more than livin' in your wake If you and I would ever cease to be Yeah... Yeah... Your summer dress A late down pour And how it caught us on the stairs That silent song you'd sing to me Keeps saying... Wouldn't it be somethin' if everything changed Wouldn't it be somethin' in your way Wouldn't it be more than livin' in your wake If you and I would ever cease to be Yeah... Yeah... Yeah... No, my love Hold on We bend, I break You fall, we scrape I blame it all on being older now I'm still singing... Wouldn't it be somethin' if everything changed Wouldn't it be somethin' in your way Wouldn't it be more than livin' in your wake If you and I would ever... yeah If you and I would ever cease to be Yeah... Yeah...