Sunday

The coffee is on and it's just a thought Let's go back to bed and just sleep it off So much to clean up and there always is It's just one more thing we'll add to the list There's always tomorrow We'll get there somehow There's no need to worry About these things right now Just settle in close Love it away It's just another... Sunday The leaves turning brown let's sway with those trees A sweet gentle kiss brought by a cool breeze There's two ziplock bags full of our pocket change And we'll cash them in on some rainy day There's always tomorrow We'll get there somehow There's no need to worry About these things right now Just settle in close Love it away It's just another... Sunday It's just another... Sunday It's just another... Sunday