On a Sunday I'll think it through

On the drive back I'll think it through

What you wish for won't come true

Live with that



And on a Sunday she thought it through

Now as I drive back, there's thirty-six less hours

I have to change the course I send myself

Live with that



The haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday



On a Sunday Go Once Around

Because when the ride's done, the hopes that you have carried

They fall out from your hands back to the ground

Live with that



The haze clears from your eyes on a sunday



Learn as the drugs leave

Learn as you lose it

You will



The haze clears from your eyes on a Sunday