Old Fashioned Sunday

© Alex Nichols 2020

I get no paper
There’s no postman today
It’s too early for the ballgame
There's no children out to play
And I can’t recall the last time
I woke with you in by bed
When I fell asleep this morning
You were dancin’ in my head

It’s just me and Jake
And he’s wanting outside
The walk should do me good
But I’d rather take a drive....On Sunday

    I wish it was an old fashioned Sunday

    Like the ones we used to live

    Wish it was an old fashioned Sunday

    Wish you could forget...wish you could forgive

I’m down to my last slice of toast
There’s no booze to be found
I’d rather fill my glass but I
should go and cut the lawn

I hope you don’t mind
But I’m all ready out of tears
It’s the dog and me and an empty glass
It’s the first Sunday your not here

    I wish it was an old fashioned Sunday

    Like the ones we used to live

    Wish it was an old fashioned Sunday

    Wish you could forget...wish you could forgive

What’s in the attic
And what’s down below?
Should I clean out your things
Or go to the picture show?
I sit and watch through the old screen door
As the world passes me by
Think I’ll stay inside alone
A man about to cry

    I wish it was an old fashioned Sunday

    Like the ones we used to live

    Wish it was an old fashioned Sunday

    Wish you could forget...wish you could forgive

    ...Wish you could forgive...on an old fashioned Sunday