Sitting here all alone 

Looking outside 

A truck’s just passed now 

The sun is setting and all 

Seems to be crystal clear 

But what is really under control? 



Well I dunno who stared this 

what got me here 

if I should feel bad 

‘cause I am feeling 

weak, strange, grand 



I got no Sundays anymore 

Or everyday is Sunday if you prefer 



Sitting here on the porch 

Looking inside 

I’m just not part of anything 

Just trying to be a better man 

Either on the way up or on the way down 



Well I dunno what got me here 

What drags my days 

Who’s pulling strings but 

You got that way of smiling 

That makes me think it is just for me 

And it makes my day 



I got no Sundays anymore 

I got no Sundays anymore 

I got no Sundays anymore 

Or every day everyday is Sunday if you prefer 



Or everyday everyday is Sunday if you prefer