Waiting for Sunday Lyrics

Family around the table

Someone pass the biscuits

Family, family wish list

Give us all you've given

Make us keep this connection

A simple generation

With simple directions

Smack across the neck

Better learn those lessons

Even when we're crossing state lines

A southern state of mind

Branching out across continents

Oh, I'm here with the ladle

Serving all your favorites

Please call on Sunday

We'll be waiting

You'll still change

And changing too fast

Dad tied blocks to his ankles

Sank like an anchor

Drowned with his anger

We don't want to help

You don't need any help

Picture on the shelf

Reduced to these pictures

Quoting favorite scriptures

Facelifts and Christmas gifts

This house is quiet - house is quiet

Sitting on the plastic

Slowed down mental traffic

Coughing up blood

Forgot who he was

Ah right shock treatment

Send the boy for dope

Drip drip broken pipes

Click click broken types

Open the car gate

Bust a gallon of milk

Just kick it over

You're going nowhere

Pull out a clump of hair

Stick out your tongue

First snowfall of the apocalypse

Catching a glimpse

She's leaving her pimp

He's leaving his lisp

It's a block party

Bring the dip

Drink to manners

Forgotten order

The brick and mortar

Mom and pop on the corner

Waving a white flag

Taking another drag

As skin sags

And eyes go fluid

Alone at the table

Waiting for Sunday