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 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
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