Sunday Blues - Marshall Crenshaw

I wish I could go walking

Walk out of this place

Maybe see a friendly face

But it’s raining and raining

I’m looking down from below

From a thirteenth floor window

It’s Sunday afternoon, the sky is ugly grey

I’m here or down there

Right now it’s bad news either way

Well, I can’t stay

So I guess I’ll go out there anyhow

What I don’t want right now is

A day of reflection and solitude

With this bitter mood, I’m in again

I tried to call you on the phone

Now I’m stir crazed enough

To go walking in the rain alone

I heard the last church bell’s ring

And got the Sunday blues

For this and that and everything

The Sunday blues

That feeling goes stealing down to your shoes

In my head and in my heart

The Sunday blues

I’m on the wrong side of Sunday

Can’t get away from dark thoughts today

I’ve been made blue, been lied to

But enough’s enough

I don’t need this stuff ok?

Regret and rage, just go back to underground

Mean old Sunday blues, I’ve had it with you hanging 'round

Yeah, alright I’m done with the Sunday blues

Everyone now and then has to play and lose

So I’ll waste no more tears on last year’s news

'Til the next time around with the Sunday blues