Monday, January 18, 2010

Heartbreak, Sunday Morning



It’s way after dark
A new day is dawning
Sunday morning heartbreak
I’m heady and light
Flimsy as silk
Battered and bruised
As this carton of milk
Wasn’t that a beautiful Sunday?
Wasn’t that a beautiful Sunday?
You are not the kind of boy
Who should be coming home
At this time of the morning
Heartbreak, Sunday Morning, 6 A.M.
All messed up, no place to go
So, tell me, what would mother say?
So say, pray, what would brother say?
I think it’s time you face the fact
Your wife has run away
Come let the darkness rise
Open your eyes
Bright lights, big city
Bright lights, big city

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