Lyrics:

(N. Cherryc. Mcveyg. Barlow)
wake Up Without A Blink
to An Even Pace Where Nothing Moves
except The Pressure From A Funky Saturday
dropping Like Bricks On My Head
or Over The Milkyway
starlit Electric Beams Had Only Just Touched Me
i Must Have Dreamt Myself Astray
the Only Milkyway I Have Is In The Middle Of The Day
chorus

somedays Are Better Than Somedays
good Sundays Are Better Than Somedays
today I'd Even Take A Bad Monday
cause This Sunday's A Pure Pressure Inside Of Me





danced Till My Feet Were Blue
to Erase The Thoughts I Just Remember You
tears Lost In The Turn Of The Years
return On Days Like This
kissing In The Sunrays
i Knew That It Was Sunday
cause My Memory's Like Blueprint In My Head
chorus

(And The Little Rap Says)
give Me Grits And Eggs Give Me Ham And Bacon
and A Pancake With Some Maple Syrup
cause It Is Sunday
(God Knows What The Dogs Are Saying)
we Made It Thru....maybe