Bloodrock - Sunday Song lyrics

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