Look at me, I'm a bright machine 

Look at me, I'm old and green 

Look at me, I'm 23 

Standing on the ground 

There's a different kind of darkness now 

That fills the room right now 

And there's a childhood that no longer needed me 



And I hope that you don't feel the same 

And Alleluia is her name 

Sunday morning will never change for me 

And I hope that you don't feel the same 

And Alleluia is her name 

Sunday morning will never change for me 



Look at me, I'm a bright machine 

Look at me, I'm old and mean 

Look at me, I'm 53 

Lying on the ground 

There's a different kind of meaning now 

That fills this room right now 

Makes the days a little longer 

And the years go on and on and on 



And I hope that you don't feel the same 

And Alleluia, it is her name 

Sunday morning will never change for me 

And I hope that you don't feel the same 

And Alleluia, it is her name 

Sunday morning will never change for me 



Look at me, I'm a bright machine 

Look at me, I'm old and mean 

Look at me, I'm 103 

And I'm buried in the ground 

There's a different kind of darkness now 

That fills the sky at night 

And I'll sit here by the wayside 

And let the angels take me home 



And I hope that you don't feel the same 

Alleluia, it is her name 

Sunday morning will never change for me 

And I hope that you don't feel the same 

And Alleluia, it is her name 

Sunday morning will never change for me 



And a young man, he went walking 

From the hills of Alabama 

And he settled on a highway girl 

From north Louisiana