Sitting home, waiting for something new
Why do Sundays always make me feel blue
Wish I could at least spend some time with you
But I'm on my own
Walking through my lonely avenue
Passing by my neighbours barbecue
Life feels really sad on this afternoon
What is wrong with me
Can you join me on Sunday night
Come and save me the time is right
I don't have any plans tonight
Maybe you have good advice
Looking out my window, where are you
Having fun, you're smiling right on through
Wish I could be less me and more like you
(I am alone)
Why do Sundays make me feel so depressed
I should probably chill, get some rest
Doing nothing, sleeping cause more is less
Oh I hate Sundays
Can you join me on Sunday night
Come and save me the time is right
I don't have any plans tonight
Maybe you have good advice
You have good advice
On Sunday night
Good advice
