Sitting here all alone Looking outside A truck's just pa**ed now The sun is setting and all Seems to be crystal clear But what is really under control? Well I dunno who stared this What got me here If I should feel bad 'cause I am feeling Weak, strange, grand I got no Sundays anymore Or everyday is Sunday if you prefer Sitting here on the porch Looking inside I'm just not part of anything Just trying to be a better man Either on the way up or on the way down Well I dunno what got me here What drags my days Who's pulling strings but You got that way of smiling That makes me think it is just for me And it makes my day I got no Sundays anymore I got no Sundays anymore I got no Sundays anymore Or every day everyday is Sunday if you prefer Or everyday everyday is Sunday if you prefer