Sunday

I see the sun skipping off the Great Lakes
My ears are popping and my feet quake
I want to write my own history
It’s exciting when we chase a mystery

So I head to the Sheraton
Skyscrapers shimmering in the sun
I walk on through the revolving door
I don’t know why I think that I need more

It’s just some love story shit
But I just wanna see you on Sunday
Oh it’s just same love story shit

Oh wait for me to get back
There’s something telling me that
You’re the place I know I wanna go
You’re the place to call home

I’m sat on a porch in Koreatown
Between The Piston and The Night Owl
It’s like I’m in a world of my own
One that day after day I feel that I’ve outgrown

I see cars supporting the Bills
Tell myself that I like to seek thrills
But everything is passing me by
And there’s a creeping cold in a May night

It’s just some love story shit
But I just wanna see you on Sunday
Oh it’s just some love story shit

Oh wait for me to get back
There’s something telling me that
You’re the place I know I wanna go
You’re the place to call home

If only I’d known that you’d wait for me to get back
There’s something telling me that
You’re the place I know I wanna go
You’re the place to call home

It’s just some love story shit
Oh it’s just some love story shit
It’s just some love story shit
Oh it’s just some love story shit

Oh wait for me to get back
(It’s just some love story shit)
There’s something telling me that
You’re the place I know I wanna go
(Oh it’s just some love story shit)
You’re the place to call home

Oh wait for me to get back
(It’s just some love story shit)
There’s something telling me that
You’re the place I know I wanna go
(Oh it’s just some love story shit)
You’re the place to call home