Testo No Sundays

Sitting here all alone
Looking outside
A truck's just passed now
The sun is setting and all
Seems to be crystal clear
But what is really under control?

Well I dunno who stared this what got me here
if I should feel bad
'cause I am feeling
weak, strange, grand

I got no Sundays anymore
Or everyday is Sunday if you prefer

Sitting here on the porch
Looking inside
I'm just not part of anything
Just trying to be a better man
Either on the way up or on the way down

Well I dunno what got me here What drags my days
Who's pulling strings but
You got that way of smiling
That makes me think it is just for me
And it makes my day

I got no Sundays anymore
I got no Sundays anymore
I got no Sundays anymore
Or every day everyday is Sunday if you prefer

Or everyday everyday is Sunday if you prefer