Seven Ways to Sunday Songtext
von The Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Seven ways to Sunday
Seven seperate ways to Sunday
But he did not know which one would save him so he had to try
Every code and combination
On the road to his salvation
There were no two ways about it
He had seven ways to try

With seven ways to test
He vowed that he would not rest
There was nothing up above
So he put everything aside

He had so much invested
He probably should have rested
Seven ways, he swore that
Every last one would be tried

What he was looking for is not much more, then what we all are looking for
And nowadays seems that there is precious little of

He looked high and he looked low
And there was nothing up above


He had to try all seven
So he tried them to high-heaven
From one end to the other
And then he turned around

He was thoroughly exhausted
And his faith had been accosted
He tried seven ways and wondered
Why it was he hadn′t found

What he was looking for is not much more, then what we all are looking for
But nowadays it seems that there is precious little of

Desprate and alone
He turned over every stone
He tried seven ways to Sunday
He was looking for love

Well, he looked high and he looked low
And there was nothing up above
And he been told where he could go
What he was looking for was love
Alright

What he was looking for is not much more, then what we all are looking for
And nowadays it seems that there is precious little of
Desperate and alone, he turned over every stone
He tried seven ways to Sunday, he was looking for love


He looked high and he looked low (He looked high and he looked low)
And there was nothing up above
And he been told where he could go (He been told where he could go)
What he was looking for was love (Looking for love)
What he was looking for was love (He was looking)
What he was looking for was love
What he was looking for was love