It feels like all the sundays
In the world
It feels like all the sundays
In the world
When you're gone
That dreaded Sunday feeling
It's coming on
The whole whole weight of the world
Keeps pressing down
It feels like all the sundays
In the world
It feels like all the sundays
In the world
When you're gone
There's glasses to keep the sun from being too bright
Not a soul to tell my troubles to tonight
And all you have to do is smile
And every little thing will bask in the sun of your eyes
It feels like all the sundays
In the world
It feels like all the sundays
In the world
When you're gone