SUNDAYS

Open up the door

You would walk right up to A table 8 feet long

There’s an open seat or two

And you can find my brother Coming down the hall

Always a couple babies running My sisters bring em’ all

That’s a Sunday Hmmm

Come on dinner’s ready

You can hear my mama say

Can you smell what she’s got cooking? Or hear that old piano play?

I know that one day

I’ll miss these

Sundays

At my parents

House on the corner

Fireplace is burning

And my heart ain’t

Ever been warmer

There's new faces at the door

Dad met 'em’ last week on the course And one day

I’ll miss these Sundays

I’ve lived in three new houses

Since landing in this town

Made a brand new kind of family With some friends that stuck around Oh my Sundays

Ohh

They Look a little different now

SUNDAYS Taylor Ocano

Like a house that’s

Way too crowded

We’re sitting on the floor and On the couch and

On the mattress

And we’re fixing hearts we didn’t break Over cheap red wine

And football games

And one day

I’ll miss these Sundays

If you’re not looking Time goes fast

Before you know it You’re looking back at...

Sundays

On my back porch

In the summer

Now they look like him grilling And a phone call

From my mother

At our table

There ain’t as many seats

Tonight it’s set for just him and me But one day

I’ll miss these Sundays

I know I’ll miss these Sundays