Sunday Morning's Breaking

Sunday mornings' breaking
I recognize the clues
Two hands won't stop shaking
And a hearts' beating blues
I may not be lonely
But that ain't no front-page news
It's another Sunday morning
Broken hearted
Beating blues

Sundays never made much sense
But always reappear
That's plenty of time for innocence
Fifty two a year
God made a woman
To fill a mans' soul with fear
And wake him up on Sunday morning
Spilling hearts and chasing beer

Sunday always comes around
Too early in the day
Alarm clock must be over-wound
It has so much to say
Just like a woman
She'll work you and then she'll play
And wake you up on Sunday morning
Payment please for Saturday

But Saturdays' don't get me down
They get me feeling light
Guess I'll go and do the town
Guess I'll do it right
Man needs a woman
To squeeze him and hold him tight
Forget about that Sunday morning
Saturday is here tonight
Sunday mornings' breaking
I recognize the clues
Two hands won't stop shaking
And a hearts' beating blues
May not be lonely
But that ain't no front-page news
It's another Sunday morning
Broken hearted
Beating blues