Sunday Morning Breakup

Walz Christian

I reach in my pocket 
A number a name 
It seems so familiar 
The lose'ual game 

A quick glance at first then 
a small silent wink 
Hands tremble and touch 
not asking too much 
Lights turned down low 
in a one evening show 

Sunday morning breakup 
By noon she will be gone 
Sunday morning wake up 
You'll bet I'll be alone 
It seemed to work out 
At least over night 
But soon she'll be gone 
She said "This ain't right" 

Everyone so special 
with their own way to tease 
But something is missing 
it's catch and release 

Hands tremble and touch not, 
not asking a thing 
There's always a note 
and a promise to call 
but we know that we're lying 
The phone won't ring at all 

Sunday morning breakup 
By noon she will be gone 
Sunday morning wake up 
You'll bet I'll be alone 
It seemed to work out 
At least over night 
But soon she'll be gone 
She said "This ain't right" 

Sunday morning breakup 
By noon she will be gone 
Sunday morning wake up 
You'll bet I'll be alone 
Sunday morning breakup 
By noon she will be gone 
Sunday morning wake up 
You'll bet I'll be alone 

Day after day, week after week 
Monday through Thursday 
I feel like a freak 
Wednesdays are better 
when Friday's in sight 
I hope I have met her 
by Saturday night