Sunday Best

Lyrics

When she's sleeping on the sofa When she's laying in her Sunday best When she's turning over Friday I could swear I'm sleeping less and less When the ocean's getting warmer And California's on her mind Los Angeles is tired, but we always seem to feel alright And I won't... No I won't... No I won't... Cause she's already at the door She's already out of here She's already gone away . . . already gone away Well I'm coming on a Sunday And I think about you all the time I wonder what you're doin' I wonder why you never cry When Boston's always raining And we never ever seem alive I sung about you once now, I guess I might as well... And I won't... (don't think back, don't come back) No I won't... (don't come back, don't think back) No I won't... (don't come back, don't go back) Cause I'm already out the door I'm already out of here I'm already gone away . . . already gone away Well I'm already out the door She's already out of here I've already gone away Already gone away (Don't come back, don't come back) (Don't come back, don't come back)