there’s a dog a’barking 
there’s no sunday parking 
no standing nine to noon 
and the air is breezy 
and the day breaks easy 
and the traffic hums a tune 

there’s a sunday paper 
and a sleepy neighbor 
and a cat curled at your feet 
there’s a breakfast frying 
and a baby crying 
and your smile is all I need 

and we’re talking (and i love to hear you) 
and we’re laughing (and i love to see you) 
and we’re taking time and making love so sweet 
and the birds sing (i can hear them singing) 
and the bells ring (i can hear them ringing) 
and it’s Sunday morning up and down my street 
  
where the sidewalk’s broken 
there’s a cafe open 
people spilling out the door  
and you’re softly hummin’ 
and the day [bad word]  
when we won’t be sad no more