Sunday Morning
Early in a Sunday morningShe cries all aloneI can feel her sorrow thru the wallEmpty as she walks the hallwayLeft aloneBut she won't be the one who calls
For there are seven different sinsAfter one, it all begins,Until the moon will hit the starsThey were like crashing carsBut when will anybody care
We all share our ups and downsIn this quiet town of oursBut as it is, it's raining every dayHow can it go forever, does anybody knowSomehow we must find a way
Listen everybody you must seeHow it all must be for meYou don't have to worryDifferent times will make you seeIt can be great again, you'll see