Six Thirty Sunday Morning Songtext
von Peter Allen

6:30 Sunday morning and it′s raining
The kind of rain you only find
On the Westside

6:30 Sunday morning someone's jogging
The way he runs makes me think
He′s from the Eastside


It's beautiful you can get in time
And see more life alone
On a Central Park morning
Than on a country afternoon

6:30 early Autumn
Leaves have fallen
Let 'em sleep they will keep my secret

I wish there were more rainy Sundays
To make up for Saturday nights
I wish there were more rainy Sundays
To make up for Saturday nights