Thank God for Sunday Morning

Neon lights and stained glass windows Old bar stools and back row pews I ran to one more than the other But I couldn't out-run you Trying to fill up all the empty Trying to numb the pain inside Thinking you'd never forgive me For all those Saturday nights But thank God for Sunday morning Thank God for 316 And the words in red that say you bled And gave your life for me Thank God for a choir singing And the voice saying, "Come back home" Saturday night looked like the end of the story But thank God for Sunday morning Now I know that you're no stranger To the broken hearts like mine It's what you do, yeah, somehow you Bring dead things back to life And it might look like it's as over As a stone over a grave But I've seen you move, I'm living proof You still roll stones away Thank God for Sunday morning Thank God for 316 And the words in red that say you bled And gave your life for me Thank God for a choir singing And a voice saying, "Come back home" Saturday night looked like the end of the story But thank God for Sunday morning, oh... Sunlight through the stained glass window Feels like freedom on my face Really is a new beginning It really is amazing grace Thank God for Sunday morning Thank God for 316 And the words in red that say you bled And gave your life for me Thank God for a choir singing And a voice saying, "Come back home" Saturday night looked like the end of the story Oh Saturday night looked like the end of the story Mm-mm But thank God for Sunday morning Thank God for Sunday morning