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