Sunday mornings were your favorite
I used to meet you down on Woods Creek Road
You did your hair up like you were famous
Even though it's only church where we were goin'
P.S I hope this is the right one. I love this song.
(*crying* U got it right-)
Now sunday mornings I just sleep in
It's like I buried my faith with you
I'm screamin' at a god I don't know if I believe in.
'Cause I don't know what else I can do