Sunday Night - Buffalo Tom

Sunday night and now I know

How the night can pass slow

All kinds of ugly outside that’s right

And I’m all alone tonight

Distant highway din

Leaky roof my doubt drips in

And as the street lights and my prospects dim

She turns in bed and thinks of him

Where’s the solace you can find

At the bottom of your mind?

Friends pushed me from behind

And I feel so empty I could die

A ladder to the edge

Hangover throbs inside my head

And all the stupid things I’ve ever said

Now make me wish that I was dead

It’s night time, Greenwich mean time

A man puts on a detour sign

And the waterfalls of regret

Unleash in a torrent of cold sweat

Where’s the solace you can find

At the bottom of your mind?

Friends pushed me from behind

And I feel so empty I could die

Sunday night

Sunday night

Where’s the solace you can find

At the bottom of your mind?

Friends pushed me from behind

And I feel so empty I could die

Die, oh die