Another Sunday morning and your lying in your bed,
Your far away in never land because you won't understand,
What I'm doing every Sunday morning when I am not around
When I'm going to the church because there's something more I found.

Something, something more I found

You think it's selfish when your left alone
But I'm not sleeping out, there are better things for me to do where life is all about. There is someone who don't cares about the garbage on your back,
He's the one who gave his life to you while you prefer your lonely track.

Something, something more I found

Let Him into your small world and he won't let you down,
Like friends who mess around your back while you are not around