Misty Sunday Mornings are no good for me
Do you know how good it would be if you’d only stop and see?
You’d find that I’m so alone
Be dear to me Sunday Morn’


Misty Sunday Mornings used to go so well
And you know, right now I find myself hiding in a shell
These days are driving me to roam
Help if you can Sunday Morn’


…And it’s good for you
…And it’s good for me
Helping one another in our own big family
And so, I’m in need of your help
Will you lend a hand?
Is there any other way to understand?



Misty Sunday Mornings used to represent me
And I’ve tried so hard, to be the best that I know how to be
Can you see right through me dear, I hope
Hoping so much you hold me close



…And it’s good for you
…And it’s good for me
Helping one another in our own big family
And so, I’m in need of your help
Will you lend a hand?
Is there any other way to understand?