Sunday Night Lyrics

I hate it every Sunday night

Talking on the telephone

To hear you say it'll be alright

And soon you will be coming home

I will forgive that you were coy

And we will learn to love again

Our kids will be our pride and joy

And we will make it to the end

But there's a weight upon my soul

And I just want to let it go

My tears a like a waterfall

But I can't ever let it show

How could we ever reconcile

Your memory hurts like a knife

Wish I'd forget you for a while

I can never, forget you for life

I'd conquered all the world for you

And though they said I was insane

I, was just in love with you

But where were you when the night came

I searched and searched all through the dark

Until the faintest glow of dawn

From Paris right to the Ozark

Rain or shine or hail or storm

In, every barroom in this town

Until these streets held only me, said I

To everyone around

Have you seen the girl of my dreams

And every second hunting for

The embers of dying romance

Because you were my life, my core

I couldn't live with your absence

The memory of happier times

Before the why's all became bare, drew

Tears of fire through my eyes

And petrified with sudden fear

And I could sense you'd walked away

And there my soul was ripped apart, coz

I didn't even know his name

But somehow I guessed from the start

So I, sheltered with a friend

As far as I could from our home

Coz, all of my love was in vain

And I was left to cry alone

Into the North Atlantic Sea

I hoped to wash away the grief

My heart like broken porcelain

Shattered in a million piece

And Sunday's when the day got late

And you'd come knocking at my door, saying

Hey, it's not too late

Boy, we could just be like before

But girl how can I understand

You swore I was your everything

Then broke my heart time and again

Until I could not feel a thing

Now I'm, sitting by the telephone

Trying to find meaning in life

How could you leave me so alone

When I dreamt you would be my wife

And I could never act upon

Your many words of sweet repent

And I guess you might've moved on

Coz all my Sundays, have gone silent

Yes I could never act upon

Your many words of sweet repent

And I know you might've moved on

Coz all my Sundays, are silent