marshall crenshaw
sunday blues
I wish I could go walking Walk out of this place Maybe see a friendly face But it's raining and raining  I'm looking down from below From a thirteenth floor window It's Sunday afternoon, the sky is ugly grey I'm here or down there Right now it's bad news either way  Well, I can't stay So I guess I'll go out there anyhow What I don't want right now is A day of reflection and solitude With this bitter mood, I'm in again  I tried to call you on the phone Now I'm stir crazed enough To go walking in the rain alone  I heard the last church bell's ring And got the Sunday blues For this and that and everything The Sunday blues  That feeling goes stealing down to your shoes In my head and in my heart The Sunday blues  I'm on the wrong side of Sunday Can't get away from dark thoughts today I've been made blue, been lied to  But enough's enough I don't need this stuff ok? Regret and rage, just go back to underground Mean old Sunday blues, I've had it with you hanging 'round  Yeah, alright I'm done with the Sunday blues Everyone now and then has to play and lose So I'll waste no more tears on last year's news 'Til the next time around with the Sunday blues 