Sunday Evening

Sings the loudest as love's dying Drift like garbage through the weekend Write a pact on Sunday evening To make a bed that's fit to lie in When the summer is receding Like a diver going under I'm just asking for some water Taste a threat in every offer I go clothed into that river Clothed to bed Clothed into that river Lay down my head Lay down my head Lay down my In our boyhood we were singers I couldn't help but compete witcha I felt in your voice the meaning I was circling in search of Now your little girl is talking But mama don't like to with ya Do you go raising her on weekends? Do you put up drywall 'till the day's through? Do you go clothed into that river? Clothed to bed Clothed into that river Lay down your head Lay down your head Lay down my clothes into that river Clothes to bed Clothes into that river Lay down my head Lay down my head Lay down my