It Must Be Sunday کے بول

It must be sunday for a man to feel this blue I'm thinking about the good old days And a woman i had grown accustomed to Most folks are down in sunday school Learning about the golden rule But even jesus couldn't help me today Praise be to loneliness, it must be sunday It must be sunday she don't answer her phone I let it ring a thousand times I guess you'd say there was nobody home I asked the landlord if he knew About the girl in 302 He said, "yea the girl just up and moved away" Praise be to loneliness, it must be sunday It's been a month of sundays since she said goodbye Thirty days of grieving tears in my eyes, i can't see, What's become of me? Tomorrow's monday maybe work'll pull me through If i keep my hands real busy Give me heart a chance to not think of you But tomorrow comes and then again Maybe i'll just call it in, you know They can do without me anyway Praise be to loneliness It must be sunday It must be sunday