On a Sunday

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I said that everything was my way But could've been her way She left me 'round about spring last May And had it all her way Someday, today, I'll forget about us Travel in the rain on a hesitant day [Chorus] Gathering sticks on Sunday makes my everything in between Gathering sticks on Sunday makes me forget all I've been [Verse 2] I know it sounds funny, but I just got in the way Lost in his own day Never love past honor, just speak today And had it my own way Lost in the day on a gray Sunday Travel in the rain on a hesitant day [Chorus] Gathering sticks on Sunday makes my everything in between Gathering sticks on Sunday makes me forget all I've been But everybody knows I'm someone gathering all his sticks in dreams (Dreams) [Post-Chorus] The Sevenoaks of vanity But you suffer for your jealousies On a Sunday [Verse 3] We spoke out late about years of pride The showing of both sides Never mind this boy, he's lost inside The trouble he can't hide Never mind this, travel in the rain on a hesitant day and a gray Sunday [Chorus] Gathering sticks on Sunday makes my everything in between But everybody knows I'm someone gathering all his sticks in dreams Gathering sticks on Sunday makes me forget all I've been But everybody knows I'm someone gathering all his sticks in dreams (Dreams) [Post-Chorus] Suffer for your jealousies On a Sunday [Chorus/Outro] Gathering sticks on Sunday makes my everything in between But everybody knows I'm someone gathering all his sticks in dreams On a Sunday On a Sunday Never, never giving you up (On a Sunday) You suffer forty feet up, your jealousy all the work You think of him as a fool because he gave you his all (On a Sunday) No mate or buddy of mine is gonna live to sublime Deeper season than reason, letting go all the time (On a Sunday) A coward, clown and a dreamer, I find it hard to believe her It seems that all I can do is tell this boy he's a fool (On a Sunday) Making all of it up, sending all of it up Seems that all I can do is say I'm leaving you someday (On a Sunday) On a Sunday Forget all I've been (On a Sunday) You suffer forty feet up, your jealousy all the work You think of him as a fool because he gave you his all (On a Sunday) No mate or buddy of mine is gonna live to sublime Deeper season than reason, letting go all the time (On a Sunday)