Sunday Morning

Oh keen Mr. Dark took a seat in the park
That’s where he liked to watch the sun come up
But darling Mrs. Day was sleeping in today
Deciding that she’d leave the darkness be
So I just slept in too, I had nothing else to do
Glass figurines danced circles in my dreams
Because what I once pursued leaves me cold and overdue
On Sunday morning, I’m always missing you
And it’s always worse on the days
Where nothing happens anyway
Just a day in the life of a full time fool
Damned if I don’t, but damned if I do
On Sunday morning, I’m always missing you
If I could dream it all away
There would be nothing left to say
I’d have it all; I’d be sixty-three feet tall
Because what I once pursued
Leaves me cold and overdue
On Sunday morning, I’m always missing you