[Intro: harpsichord and strings, spoken female] Sunday Seven o'clock Lake Street side [Verse 1] Twenty years of Sundays, and I start out from Lake Street You start out from Marshall, and the river's at our feet There isn't any line up there, but we could find it blind The middle of the river, where your city turns to mine We lean against the railing and we talk an hour through Then you walk your half back home, and I walk my half too [Chorus] Meet me halfway (halfway) Seven on Sunday, over the river, rain or shine Meet me halfway (halfway) You bring your half of the week, and I'll bring mine And we set it on the railing where the cities meet Meet me halfway [Verse 2] We met there through your wedding and the winter of my divorce Through your twins in a double stroller and the job I lost, and worse Through the January mornings, twelve below, the river froze Scarves up to our eyelashes, saying things that nobody knows [Half Chorus] Meet me halfway (halfway) Seven on Sunday, over the river, rain or shine Meet me halfway [Verse 3] Then there came a winter I stopped coming, and I didn't tell you why I stopped answering the phone, I let the Sundays all go by And you waited in the middle one more Sunday, maybe two Then you crossed the whole bridge over, two miles up Lake Street, like you knew And you sat down on my front step, and you talked into the door For an hour every Sunday, like we did on the bridge before [Bridge: strings drop to a lone cello and voice] You never met me halfway that winter You came the whole way, every week Then one Sunday in March I opened the door And you only said, there you are [Verse 4: strings and horns return] Now every Sunday I walk past the middle where the line would be Ten more steps into Saint Paul, and you shake your head at me Ten more steps into your city every Sunday, only ten So you never have to walk the whole way to me again [Final Chorus: second female voice harmonizes] Meet me halfway (halfway) Seven on Sunday, over the river, rain or shine Meet me halfway (and a little more) You bring your half of the week, and I'll bring mine And we set it on the railing where the cities meet Meet me halfway [Outro: harpsichord alone, spoken female] Ten steps past [Spoken, second female voice] You're on my side [Spoken female] I know
