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.