with no way to hold my head
 that didn't hurt
 and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't
 bad so I had one more for dessert
 then I fumbled through my closet
 for my clothes
 and found my cleanest dirty shirt
 and I shaved my face
 and combed my hair
 and stumbled down the stairs
 to meet the day
 i'd smoked my brain the night before
 with cigarettes and songs
 that I've been pickin'
 but I lit my first and watched a small kid
 cussin' at a can that he was kickin
 then I crossed the empty street and
 caught the sunday smell
 of someone fryin chicken
 and it took me back to something
 that I'd lost somehow
 somewhere along the way
 on the sunday morning sidewalk
 wishing lord that I was stoned
 cause there's something in a sunday
 that makes a body feel alone
 and there's nothing short of dying
 half as lonesome as the sound
 on the sleeping city sidewalk
 sunday morning coming down
 in the park I saw a daddy
 with a laughing little girl
 he was swingin
 and I stopped beside the Sunday school
 and listened to the song
 that they were singing
 then I headed back for home
 and somewhere far away
 a lonely bell was ringing
 and it echoed thru the canyon like
 the disappearing dreams of yesterday
 on the sunday morning sidewalk
 wishing lord that I was stoned
 cause therels something in a sunday
 that makes a body feel alone
 and there's nothing short of dying
 half as lonesome as the sound
 on the sleeping city sidewalk
 sunday morning coming down