Sunday, dark has turned to grey
The stars have made their way
I raise my glass
And part my lips
Tend to many deep
The only time I see you is in my sleep

Sunday, get up on my way
I think I’ll be okay
for a while
I know you
were never mine to keep
But I know that I’ll see you in my sleep

But time has been unkind
and kept me far from you.
But I know you will be
holding me
in my sleep.

I’ve been hanging on,
scraping by all my life.
And I know you will be
holding me
in my sleep.

I’ve been hanging on,
scraping by all my life.

And I know I’ll miss you.
I’ll always miss you.
But I know I’ll see you
in my sleep.

I know I’ll miss you.
I’ll always miss you.
But I know I’ll see you
in my sleep.”