Sunday's Refrain - Jim White

I have no one to talk too, nothing to see

Got nowhere to walk to, nothing to be

Saturday’s rain falling down on me

Sunday’sain, will lost in the streams

Streams of rain, knocking down days or walls

It’s all the same

Nothing to see, except days

Some words like generally change

Some words like generally change

Waiting on Sunday’s, Sunday’sain

My pockets of memories, my pockets of dreams

Empty my pockets what do I see?

Lockets of … dying

Lakes and the rusty chains, of this strange

Strange …

Knocking down days or walls, it’s all the same

Nothing to see, except days

Some words like generally change

Some words like generally change

Waiting on Sunday’s, Sunday’sain

And if we’re on our way, to … Kentucky

We can … we could get ugly

… devils will find us, … stop … we jump right into our

… in this world, could not… to wait

of this… we feel the days, listen to Sunday’sain