Sitting here all alone
Looking outside
A truck’s just passed now

The sun is setting and all
Seems to be crystal clear
But what is really under control?


Well I dunno who stared this
what got me here

if I should feel bad
‘cause I am feeling
weak, strange, grand


I got no Sundays anymore
Or everyday is Sunday if you prefer


Sitting here on the porch
Looking inside

I’m just not part of anything
Just trying to be a better man
Either on the way up or on the way down


Well I dunno what got me here
What drags my days

Who’s pulling strings but
You got that way of smiling
That makes me think it is just for me

And it makes my day

I got no Sundays anymore

I got no Sundays anymore
I got no Sundays anymore
Or every day everyday is Sunday if you prefer


Or everyday everyday is Sunday if you prefer