Sunday

Sunday comes alone again
A perfect day for a quiet friend
And you – you will set it free
I see new morning round your face
Everybody says its another phase
And now – now its come to me
See the magic in your eyes
I see it come as no surprise
And you – you turn your eyes away
Yeah you – you turn it all away
I guess its true its never too late
Still I don’t know what to do today
Oh why – can’t I set you free
Will you – do the same for me
Sunday comes and Sunday goes
Sunday always seems to move so slow
To me – here she comes again
A perfect ending to a perfect day
A perfect ending what can I say
To you – lonely Sunday friend
With you – Sunday never ends