Sunday Morning Coming Down
Sunday Reflections: A Melancholic Journey Through Life's Unraveling Moments
Lyrics
Well, I woke up Sunday mornin'
Reflecting on waking up on a Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
Experiencing a headache and discomfort
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
Having beer for breakfast, finding it acceptable
So I had one more for dessert
Drinking another beer as if it were dessert
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
Searching for clothes in the closet
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Finding the cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
Performing basic grooming tasks
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
Going downstairs clumsily to face the day
I'd smoked my mind the night before
Recalling the prior night of smoking and playing music
With cigarettes and songs I'd been pickin'
Lighting the first cigarette and observing a child playing
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Watching a child play with a can
Playin' with a can that he was kickin'
Noticing the smell of fried chicken from across the street
Then I walked across the street
Capturing a nostalgic moment
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken
Eliciting memories associated with Sunday mornings
And Lord, it took me back to somethin' that I'd lost
Feeling a connection to something lost in the past
Somewhere, somehow along the way
Reflecting on a sense of loss along life's journey
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk
Describing a Sunday morning sidewalk scene
I'm wishin', Lord, that I was stoned
Wishing to be under the influence of drugs
'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
Expressing a feeling of loneliness on Sundays
That makes a body feel alone
Highlighting the isolating nature of Sundays
And there's nothin' short a' dyin'
Emphasizing the deep loneliness experienced
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Comparing the loneliness to the quiet city sidewalk
Of the sleepin' city sidewalk
Noting the silence of the sleeping city on Sunday morning
And Sunday mornin' comin' down
In the park I saw a daddy
Observing a father with his daughter in the park
With a laughin' little girl that he was swingin'
Noting the joy in a father-daughter moment
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
Stopping near a Sunday school and listening to songs
And listened to the songs they were singin'
Observing religious activities on Sunday
Then I headed down the street
Walking down the street and hearing a distant bell
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
Noting the sound of a bell echoing
And it echoed through the canyons
Symbolizing fading dreams from the past
Like the disappearin' dreams of yesterday
Connecting the bell's echo to vanishing dreams
On a Sunday mornin' sidewalk
I'm wishin', Lord, that I was stoned
-'Cause there's somethin' in a Sunday
-That makes a body feel alone
-And there's nothin' short a' dyin'
-That's half as lonesome as the sound
-Of the sleepin' city sidewalk
-And Sunday mornin' comin' down
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