Hard Time With Sunday

I hear the church bells in the dawn
Bringing me out of the sleep
I try to rest the shades are drawn
But I give it up and go out on the street

I see a mother with a baby in her arms
The father holds a little one by the hand
They're all dressed up the sun is warm
They walk towards the promise land

But I'm having a hard time with Sunday
Having a hard time with Sunday

I don't know why Sundays feels like a sad song
Reminding me of how it used to be
But it's the one day no one should be alone
You ought to be with your friends or family

I move along the sidewalks downtown
It seems deserted on this day of rest
The cafes and the bars close down
And I make it back to the Hotel Loneliness

I'm having a hard time with Sundays
Having a hard time with Sundays

Having a hard time with Sundays
Hard time with Sundays