Sunday Best lyrics
by AUGUSTANA



When she's sleeping on the sofa,

When she's laying in her Sunday best,

when she's turning over Friday,

I could swear I'm sleeping less and less...

and the ocean's getting warmer,

and California's on her mind,

Los Angeles is tired, but we always seem to feel alright,



but I won't...

no I won't...



Cause she's already out the door,

she's already out of here

she's already gone away...already gone away...



When I'm coming over Sunday

and I think about you all the time,

I wonder what you're doin

I wonder why you never cry,

When Boston's always raining,

And we never ever seemed alive,

I sung about you once now, I guess I might as well



but I won't...

no I won't...



Cause she's already out the door,

she's already out of here

she's already gone away...already gone away...