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all alone feeling empty again.
Frightened by each sadder day,
So long since you smiled.
You will find no peace of mind
Til you're Sunday's child.
One Sunday morning, in the driving rain
Around the bend came a passenger train
In the cabin stood Casey Jones
Noble engineer but he's dead
A month of Sundays, law enforced
The church's new torture is now enforced
A month of church every day
Is what they want without delay

Backed by
A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself 
With a magazine and a sleepless pillow
Over the crest of the mountains the moon
Begins its climb
A passenger traveling quietly conceals himself
With a magazine and a sleepless pillow
Over the crest of the mountains the moon
Begins its climb
The rhythmic crunch of bone
Crucifixion is my addiction...
I SPENT A MONTH OF SUNDAYS IN A COLD DAY IN HELL
When it's one man against the world, I shouldn't have
This one I wrote this afternoon.
That's the truth.
I had written the first little part of this, and I sang it two weeks ago Sunday on the Ed
It's been a month of Sunday's since I laid eyes on you
Have you changed your ways or have you even tried to
I wish I could kill all this worry
Cracker crumbs and a little shot glass
I was starving to death because I didn't know Jesus yet

But I was saved by a month old Twinkie in my corduroy
Isolation
When you leave it's like I disappear
Desolation
Every time you go it feels like 
Seconds slowly turn to minutes
A month of Sundays
Don't try killing time 'cause time don't die
No matter how hard you try
Years, months, weeks days, count the minutes
Count the seconds, count
on the Southern railroad.

It was 97, the fastest train
Ever ran the Southern line,
All the freight trains and passengers take the side for 97,
For she's bound
I know you know what you know
but you should know by now that you're not me
Talk about a month of Sundays
Toffee nosed wet weekend as far as I can
Francis McPeake/Ewan MacColl

As I was sitting with a jug and spoon, one Sunday morning in the month of June.
A birdie sang in an ivy bunch
The rent is two months past due, in a building that's falling apart,
Little boy needs a new pair of shoes, and this is only a part of, Soulsville

Some
to find
That means an increase in the welfare line
Crime rate is rising too
If you are hungry, what would you do?

Rent is two months past due
The rent is two months past due, in a building that's falling apart,
Little boy needs a new pair of shoes, and this is only a part of Soulsville

Some
They had a warrant out for me all over the country
And I was trying to beat the raps in Idaho
I was breaking into a schoolhouse Sunday morning
gone
On that Friday running late with rolling off and rolling on

Trucks and cars were sleeping door by door and side by side
Someone had to close
mother's eyes

All my thoughts of outrage, embarrassment and pain
Were washed away by what came roaring through my brain
The Mayor's at my mercy and I
a week
Maybe two Sundays a month
And I make enough to give my baby all she wants 
And ya I guess I make a good wage
And I guess I shouldn’t complain
to find
That means an increase in the welfare line
Crime rate is rising too
If you are hungry, what would you do?

Rent is two months past due
a month of Sundays
Since you said goodbye
All I'm waitin' on now
Is a patch of blue sky

Think I'm gonna go walkin'
Up St. Mary's Street
And as I go
Unburdened of their passengers

The taxis have all scattered

The hawkers move their tables out

They?ll be selling no more leather

The Oslo Queen
are the liiiight 
The calm in the day

Senior year abroad I ripped 
The pea out of the pod
In store for three months 
Of exile in spain
Where was