A Life of Sundays

Hold me, before I go under

Hear me, before I drown

Sharpen your sense of wonder

Listen to what I've found

Here we are again

Two old lovers

Two old friends

Just when you need them

A devil was standing on my shoes

Somehow I know how to defeat him

Since I tumbled into you

You taught me love and pain

And the unsung King of Ireland

Says the same thing

Wherever you find it

The whole world wide over

The same thing from the same old cause

Gotta talk about that same thing, I cannot define it

It is the same thing and it always was

It struck me sad and strange

All that ever stays the same is change

And I dreamed, I wandered

Wayward as a restless wave

Spanning from here to yonder

Most spectacularly saved

Dream and life entwined

The old day cracks and crumbles and it's

Fine to be in your company

Funny to be in your day

A miracle just to be with you

Glad to be going your way

Were these unfolding plans

Designed and drawn by mortal hands?

Never in a life of Sundays

Would I have seen me here