Sunday

Sunday comes alone again

A perfect day for a quiet friend

And you, you will set it free

I see new mornin' round your face

Everybody says it's another phase

And now, now it's come to me

I see the magic in your eyes

I see it come as no surprise

And you, you turn your eyes away

Yeah, you, you turn it all away

I guess it's true it's never too late

Still, I don't know what to do today

Oh, why, can't I set you free?

Will you, do the same for me?

Sunday comes and Sunday goes

Sunday always seems to move so slow

To me, and here she comes again

A perfect endin' to a perfect day

A perfect endin' what can I say?

To you, lonely Sunday friend

With you, Sunday never ends