A Sunday

On a Sunday, I'll think it through

On the drive back, I'll think it through

What you wish for won't come true

Live with that – with that

And on a Sunday, she thought it through

Now as I drive back, there's thirty-six less hours

I have to change the course I send myself

I gotta live with that – with that

The haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday

The haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday

On a Sunday

On a Sunday, go once around

'Cause when the ride's done, the hopes that you have carried

They fall out from your hands back to the ground

Live with that – with that

They fall out from your hands back to the ground

Live with that – with that

The haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday

The haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday

On a Sunday

Learn as the drugs leave

Learn as you lose it

You will

And the haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday

The haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday

On a Sunday

Yeah, the haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday

On a Sunday

Yeah, the haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday

On a Sunday

On a Sunday