On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there ain't nothing short of dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleeping city sidewalk
Sunday morning, coming down
I bought a house with you
We settled down with cats
There wasn't much to do
So we just sat and watched the teeeeeeeeeeveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
And smoked weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed
Once I climbed the face of a mountain
and ate the wild fruit there
Fell asleep until the moonlight woke me
and I could taste your hair
Isn't everybody dreaming?
Then the voice I hear is real
Out of all the idle scheming
Can't we have something to feel?
Shake up at the disco And I think I've got a pull I ask her lots of questions And she hangs on to the wall I kiss her for the first time And then I take her home I'm invited in for coffee And I give the dog a bone