This lyric is: #269

Sunday Morning

Lee Lee’s on it now
The wind it coddles like her mother
She swings out over grass
As green as joy and joyous we
Sing of superheroes
We sing our favors to the river
It’s been flowing since forever
And it flows slowly somewhere

Oh everybody’s here
And the time we’ve been having
Oh everybody’s here
Until Sunday when they go

And I lose a bit of something
And it hurts just like a pin
Sunk deep into my spirit
So deep it lacerates the skin
Now Tuesdays often dreary
And Wednesday’s such a drag
Because nothing seems to last
There’s always Sunday Morning

We furrow through the pines
We follow imaginary paths
We’re foraging for treasures
Wagon parts and medicine glass
The animals don’t notice
They have seen this kind of thing before
Indifferent as sailors
Enraptured by a river’s peace

Oh everybody’s here
And the time we’ve been having
Oh everybody’s here
Until Sunday when they go

And I lose a bit of something
And it hurts just like a pin
Sunk deep into my spirit
So deep it lacerates the skin
Now Tuesdays often dreary
And Wednesday’s such a drag
Because nothing seems to last
There’s always Sunday Morning

Oh if I had some string
I could bind all the doorways
Oh if I had some tape
I could tape the windows shut
If I had some glue
I could glues us all to this moment
And Thursday would be the day
And Sunday would never get a chance

To slip in like a Mamba
That’s searching for the river
It bites you on the finger
As you canter in the shade
Now Tuesdays often dreary
And Wednesdays such a drag
Because nothing seems to last
There’s always Sunday Morning


[This message has been edited by blakeh (edited 09-02-2002).]

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