A Month of Sundays

Always been the kind of man that’s needed someone around

None like you, yes, it’s true, you’re the best thing I found

When you left, I was a mess, I couldn’t guess up from down

Time goes on, we carry on, but I’ll ask of you now

To come home, in a month of Sundays,

Come home, so I can have it all my way, my way

Seen you all around town with your new man,

A new life, one for the night, is that your plan?

Seen you around and it’s quite clear

You should come right back here,

And come home, in a month of Sundays

Come home, so I can have you all my way, my way

And come right back here, right back here to me

Come right back here, just right back here to me

Come right back here, don’t you know it’s right my dear

Come right back here, it’s right my dear

If I saw you now, I’d stop and tell you to

Come home, in a month of Sundays

Come home, so I can have it all my way, my way

Come home, in a month of Sundays

So, I can have you all my way, my way