Sunday morning, play your song for you to find your way back home
It's been a week now since you left me, sitting here alone
Play my music just to bide my lonely time till your return
And I nearly crumble when I finally hear that door knob turn
When I'm lonely
Got nothing to do I decide
To think about you for a while
In my contemplation I
Play my songs to kill the time
Until you're mine just for a while
