Sympathy for Sunday

Lay me down, lay me

Down in the park, where there's no one else going

Sympathy for sunday

Cold is the heart when there's nothing left flowing

Keep me up I'm listening

Watching the clock, but the hands are not moving

I'm not tired, I'm sick

Day drags along like a terrible movie

Sympathy for weakness

I'm not a man if my back is not broken

Sympathy for nothing

Seed's in the dirt but there's nothing left growing

Catch me now, I'm weakened

It's a game worth losing

I'll complain, you'll listen

Go, Kill my soul, Leave me home on a Sunday

You could never tell me how you do, what is you ever do

I thought there was something I could choose, but was that ever true?

Go, Kill my soul, Leave me home on a Sunday

Go, Kill my soul, Leave me home on a Sunday

Go, Kill my soul, Leave me home on a Sunday

You'll be a home laying in on a Sunday