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