On the sleepin' city sidewalks
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
Then I headed back for home
Makes a body feel alone
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
In the park I saw a daddy
Listened to the song they were singin'
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
And it echoed through the canyons
Half as lonesome as the sound
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
I'd smoked my brain the night before
Sunday mornin' comin' down
There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And it took me back to somethin'
There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way
There ain't nothin' short of dyin'
Sunday mornin' comin' down
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
Makes your body feel alone
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Cussin' at a can that he was kicking
An' I washed my face, combed my hair
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
So I had one more for dessert
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Then I crossed the empty street
An' stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
Half as lonesome as the sound
An' caught the Sunday smell of someone fryin' chicken
Makes a body feel alone
Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes
And somewhere far away a lonesome bell was ringin'
On the sleepin' city sidewalks
On cigarettes and songs that I'd been pickin'
Half as lonesome as the sound
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
