Sunday

On a Sunday I'll think it through
On the drive back I'll think it through
What you wish for won't come true
Live with that

And on a Sunday she thought it through
Now as I drive back, there's thirty-six less hours
I have to change the course I send myself
Live with that

The haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday

On a Sunday Go Once Around
Because when the ride's done, the hopes that you have carried
They fall out from your hands back to the ground
Live with that

The haze clears from your eyes on a sunday

Learn as the drugs leave
Learn as you lose it
You will

The haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday