Sunday

Sounds of the city on the beach
Seem to be calling me, calling me home
Scent of the salt just down the streets
Seem to be holding me back
I never wanna go

The road back to Phoenix
It couldn’t sound much worse
The thought just didn’t cross my mind

Sunday
You gotta go home
But if home is where your heart is
my heart is at a distance
Take me home

Cruising down this busy street
It seems to be inviting
It’s ever so enticing
Pouring the sand out of the shoes
It seems to be reminding
My memory’s rewinding

The road back to Phoenix
It couldn’t sound much worse
The thought just didn’t cross my mind

Sunday
You gotta go home
But if home is where your heart is
my heart is at a distance
Take me home

Send me (send me)
To where I wanna be (to where I wanna be)
To wherer my heart is calling
Send me
To where I wanna be
My beating heart is screaming
The L.B.C.

Sunday
You gotta go home
But if home is where your heart is
my heart is at a distance
Take me home

Sunday (sunday)
You gotta go home (you gotta go home)
But if home is where your heart is (But if home is where your heart is)
My heart is at a distance (My heart is at a distance)
I gotta go
I gotta go
I gotta go home.