Early on a Sunday Morning 
she cries all alone 
I can feel her sorrow [bad word] the wall 
empty as she walks the hall way 
left alone 
but she won't be the one who calls 

For there are seven different sins 
after one, it all begins, 
until the moon will hit the stars 
they were like crashing cars 
but, when will anybody care 

We all share our ups and downs 
in this quiet town of ours 
but as it is, it's raining every day 
How can it go forever, does anybody know 
somehow we must find a way 

Listen everybody you must see 
how it all must be for me 
you don't have to worry 
different times will make you see 
it can be great again, you'll see