Oh keen Mr. Dark took a seat in the park That's where he liked to watch the sun come up But darling Mrs. Day was sleeping in today Deciding that she'd leave the darkness be So I just slept in too, I had nothing else to do Gla** figurines danced circles in my dreams Because what I once pursued leaves me cold and overdue On Sunday morning, I'm always missing you And it's always worse on the days Where nothing happens anyway Just a day in the life of a full time fool Damned if I don't, but damned if I do On Sunday morning, I'm always missing you If I could dream it all away There would be nothing left to say I'd have it all; I'd be sixty-three feet tall Because what I once pursued Leaves me cold and overdue On Sunday morning, I'm always missing you