Lyrics

Sunday mornings just don't seem the same 'round here I just sit and stare I had hoped and prayed that somehow somewhere Close to me you'd stay I could shout about the pain but what's the sense There's no one left to blame Keep all your fortunes, your fame and your glory Give me a place that I can call home Save your tomorrows, it's the same old story Just give me a place that I can call home I count the steps in the hall one more time They're the same as before I would gladly trade this all for your smile To see you walk through that door I could shout about the pain but who would hear Christ it's driving me insane Keep all your fortunes, your fame and your flory Give me a place that I can call home Save your tomorrows, it's the same old story Just give me a place that I can call home And all you want and all you need That's crushed and broken beneath your feet When your skin's unbroken but you still bleed There's no counting the things you still need Keep all your fortunes, your fame and your glory Give me a place that I can call home