Peter's Garage - Sunday Song Lyrics

Saturday has gone and I'm still alone
I don't remember much since 9:00 PM last night
It should have been so fun but I can't recall
Now it's just a Sunday on my own
As a reflex I turn on my TV
Though it reminds me of what life used to be
All there's left of you is a name on a wall
I hope for Monday morning to come soon
September is always a living hell
They said time would heal
Though you're still inside every nerve cell
I really find it so hard just moving on
That's why I hope this Sunday soon is gone
I got a headache from too many G&Ts
And from spending the day in my own company
The only way I rest is when I'm not alone
I hate my lonely Sundays to the bone
I can't forget when Manhattan was in flames
There from the window you cried on phone
Whispering all of my names
I really find it so hard just moving on
That's why I hope this Sunday soon is gone
That's why I hope this Sunday soon is gone
Ohh my Sunday blues
Ohh my Sunday blues