Sunday Morning Breakup (Walz Christian)

I reach in my pocket A number a name It seems so familiar The lose'ual game A quick glance at first then a small silent wink Hands tremble and touch not asking too much Lights turned down low in a one evening show Sunday morning breakup By noon she will be gone Sunday morning wake up You'll bet I'll be alone It seemed to work out At least over night But soon she'll be gone She said "This ain't right" Everyone so special with their own way to tease But something is missing it's catch and release Hands tremble and touch not, not asking a thing There's always a note and a promise to call but we know that we're lying The phone won't ring at all Sunday morning breakup By noon she will be gone Sunday morning wake up You'll bet I'll be alone It seemed to work out At least over night But soon she'll be gone She said "This ain't right" Sunday morning breakup By noon she will be gone Sunday morning wake up You'll bet I'll be alone Sunday morning breakup By noon she will be gone Sunday morning wake up You'll bet I'll be alone Day after day, week after week Monday through Thursday I feel like a freak Wednesdays are better when Friday's in sight I hope I have met her by Saturday night