Sundays

Do you sing hallelujah on Sundays

Or with clenched hands do you sing praise?

Do you check the skies for some great hope

Or fall in love to cope?

I wake up on Sundays

And whisper at the wind

I stare straight, not listening

I wake on Sundays

To fall back again

Just as I hear amen

Do you feel lucky on Sundays

But just don't feel like gambling?

Do the mountains call you on Sundays

Begging you to get away?

I wake up on Sundays

And whisper at the wind

I stare straight, not listening

I wake on Sundays

To fall back again

Just as I hear amen

My faith is fleeting

My love is fickle

But I can't

I can't get away from yours

I wake up on Sundays

And whisper at the wind

I stare straight, not listening

I wake on Sundays

To fall back again

Just as I hear amen