I reach in my pocket 

A number a name 

It seems so familiar 

The lose'ual game 



A quick glance at first then 

a small silent wink 

Hands tremble and touch 

not asking too much 

Lights turned down low 

in a one evening show 



-Chorus-

Sunday morning breakup 

By noon she will be gone 

Sunday morning wake up 

You'll bet I'll be alone 

It seemed to work out 

At least over night 

But soon she'll be gone 

She said "This ain't right" 



Everyone so special 

with their own way to tease 

But something is missing 

it's catch and release 



Hands tremble and touch not, 

not asking a thing 

There's always a note 

and a promise to call 

but we know that we're lying 

The phone won't ring at all 



-Chorus-

Sunday morning breakup 

By noon she will be gone 

Sunday morning wake up 

You'll bet I'll be alone 

It seemed to work out 

At least over night 

But soon she'll be gone 

She said "This ain't right" 



Sunday morning breakup 

By noon she will be gone 

Sunday morning wake up 

You'll bet I'll be alone 

Sunday morning breakup 

By noon she will be gone 

Sunday morning wake up 

You'll bet I'll be alone 



Day after day, week after week 

Monday through Thursday 

I feel like a freak 

Wednesdays are better 

when Friday's in sight 

I hope I have met her 

by Saturday night