Sunday Mornings

Don't let the sun go down on your anger The longest day in history still had to end Throw all of your worries to the big blue sky Cause you'll never miss the water 'til the well runs dry But I pay not attention to The things that hide out past the moon Or anything I can't directly view But you are the exception That proved my rule Yeah, you are the exception That proved my rule You've got so many mountains And no one to trust And you've got lonely Sunday mornings And two inches of dust And you've got a lot of options You're still stuck in between And you've got some new tattoos But you're still not sure what they mean So lay down in a bed Made of books you' haven't read And call me when you've caught you're second wind But I pay not attention to The things that hide out past the moon Or anything I can't directly view But you are the exception That proved my rule Yeah, you are the exception That proved my rule Don't let the sun go down on your anger The longest day in history still had to end Throw all of your worries to the big blue sky Cause you'll never miss the water 'til the well runs dry