Lyrics A 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
On a Sunday she thought it through
Now as I drive back, there's thiry-six less hours
I have to change the course I send myself
Gotta live with that

The haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday

On a Sunday go once around
Because when the rides done, the hopes that you have carried
T hey fall out from your hands back to the ground
Live with that
T hey fall out from your hands back to the ground
Live with that

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