The Verna Cannon – Sunday Feels Like Goodbye Lyrics

Under the weight
That comes on with the dusk
Something is wrong, but I can't say what

Curling up on the bed
That you blessed with your head
It's all I can do to rest my eyes
Sunday feels like goodbye

And it comes on
Like it's collecting bills

You drive away
And it's raining cats and clichés
Daylight savings for a sunny day
So the world is dark and frozen
And I'm stopped like I forgot how to live

God did nothing on a Sunday, so they say
And I don't blame him