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
|
|
And I won't
|
No 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
|
|
And I won't (don't hold back, don't hold back)
|
No I won't (don't hold back, don't hold back)
|
No I won't (don't hold back, don't hold back)
|
|
'Cause I'm already out the door,
|
I'm already out of here
|
I'm already gone away...
|
already gone away
|
Well I'm already out the door
|
She's already out of here
|
I've already gone away
|
Already gone away
|
|
(dont hold back, dont hold back)
|
|
-----------------
|
Sunday Best
|
| Augustana |
