Sunday Lyrics

Sun shining bright honest light glows on this day
Happy go lucky trees are green, all clean at this
Perfect park all is well yet
This day means loneliness to an empty man like him
Sitting there on Sunday

See him sitting there with his cold dark stare on this day
See his desperation, look at his isolation
See his world of pain driving him insane
This day means loneliness to an empty man like him
Sitting there on Sunday
He has lost his wife, lost his kids
By a murderer's knife
Have compassion for this man on Sunday, on every day

This day means loneliness to an empty man
Like him sitting there on Sunday