In the park I see a daddy
With the laughing little girl
That he's a swinging
And I stop beside a Sunday school
And listen to the song
They're singing
I'm heading back for home
And somewhere far away
A lonely bell is ringing
And it echoes through the city
Like my disappearing dreams of yesterday
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was home
Cause there's something about a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing sure to dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
I smoked so much the night before
My mouth feels like an ashtray
I've been licking
Now I light my first and watch a small kid
Cussing at the can
He's been a kicking
I cross the empty street
And catch the Sunday smell
Of someone frying chicken
And it takes me back to something
That I'd lost somehow somewhere
Along the way
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was home
Cause there's something about a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone
And there's nothing sure to dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On a sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning coming down
On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord that I was home
Cause there's something about a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone