I thought of this song when I was waking up yesterday, and it followed me for a while as I walked to my car and drove through L.A. Perfect song after a crazy Saturday night. Crazy lovely of course.
On a Sunday morning sidewalk,
I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned.
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone.
And there's nothing short a' dying
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.
Sometimes, songs like this just make me cry.
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