It ticks just like a Timex
Never lets up on you
Who said life was easy
The job is never through.

It'll run us till we're ragged
It'll harden our hearts
Love could use a day of rest
Before we both start falling apart.

Pray that it's raining on Sunday
Storming like crazy
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon
Baby, whatever comes Monday
Can take care of itself
'Cause we've got better things that we can do.

When it's raining on Sunday
Your love is like a religion
A cross in Mexico
Your kiss is like the incense
Of a prayer nailed to the door.

Surrender is much sweeter
When we both let go
Let the water wash our bodies clean
And love wash our souls.

Pray that it's raining on Sunday
Storming like crazy
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon
Baby, whatever comes Monday
Can take care of itself
'Cause we've got better things that we can do.

When it's raining on Sunday
Pray that it's raining on Sunday
Storming like crazy
We'll hide under the covers all afternoon
Baby, whatever comes Monday
Can take care of itself
'Cause we've got better things that we can do.

When it's raining on Sunday...