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