So I had one more for dessert
On a Sunday morning sidewalk
That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
That makes a body feel alone
With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
And listened to the songs they were singin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
And Lord, it took me back to somethin'
That makes a body feel alone
That's half as lonesome as the sound
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
Then I headed down the streets
Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
Playin' with a can that he was kickin'
I'm wishin' Lord, that I was stoned
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And Sunday mornin' comin' down
I'd smoked my mind the night before
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
I'm wishin' Lord, that I was stoned
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Then I walked across the street
In the park I saw a daddy
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk
And it echoed through the canyon
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
And caught the Sunday smell of someones fryin' chicken
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
