Sunday Best Songtext
von 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...