Bloodrock - Sunday Song

Текст песни

I should get myself out of bed
Dust off these cranks
And clear my head
Work is hard and I need a break, I surely deserve
All these games that help me escape
Up this morning I walk along
How I need a holiday
And the weel has been so long
But the world can wait
Until I sing my Sunday Song
Weeks from now I would like to be
Chasing white marlin across the sea
Let the sun pour down on my face
With dreams so strong
They will replace my Sunday Song