(Verse 1 – Upbeat piano intro, bass guitar walking briskly)Well, the alarm clock started ringing, but my eyelids weighed a ton,I peeked out through the shutter, and I saw a streak of sun.I said, "Lord, it’s looking cloudy, and the radar’s looking grim,If it rains upon my hairdo, I can’t properly sing the hymn."Then my left big toe started throbbing, and my back began to creak,I told my wife, "I’m fading fast, I've had a heavy week!Besides, the preacher's sermons—well, they’re twenty minutes long,And the alto in the second row is flat on every song!"(Chorus – Full four-part harmony, bouncing rhythm)Oh, we’ve got Sunday morning symptoms, but a Monday morning cure!We're too fragile for the pew, but for the world we are mature.We can’t sit through an altar call or hear the truth today,So we build a wall of reasons just to keep ourselves away.Yeah, the devil serves the platters of the things we like to plead,To keep us out of hearing what we really, truly need.(Verse 2 – Bass singer takes the lead on the first two lines, very expressive)Well, the summer’s way too sweltering, and the winter’s far too cold,And the spring is just so beautiful for stories being told.(Tenor joins in)I’d rather hit the golf course, or go fishing down the creek,Or stay right here in my pajamas, resting up my cheek.(Lead singer takes back over)My doctor said to watch the crowds, he said they bring a chill,But I’m heading to the stadium to watch the football drill!Yes, we’ll stand up in the freezing rain to watch a touchdown play,But a draft inside the sanctuary keeps the saints away.(Chorus – Full harmony)Oh, we’ve got Sunday morning symptoms, but a Monday morning cure!We're too fragile for the pew, but for the world we are mature.We can’t sit through an altar call or hear the truth today,So we build a wall of reasons just to keep ourselves away.Yeah, the devil serves the platters of the things we like to plead,To keep us out of hearing what we really, truly need.(Bridge – Music slows down slightly, turning serious and poignant)But when the room is quiet, and the laughter fades aside,We know the real reason is the things we try to hide.We’re afraid that if we sit there, and the Holy Spirit speaks,He’ll shine a light on everything we’ve covered up for weeks.We dodge the conviction, we run from the grace,Because it’s hard to look the Savior in His holy, loving face.We say we’re just too busy, or the hypocrites are there—But we’re really just avoiding an answered, burning prayer.(Guitar and Piano Solo – Kicking back into a fast, joyful drive)(Verse 3 – Fast, conversational delivery)Well, it’s funny how that headache that began at eight AM,Disappears by Monday morning when the timecard punches them!And that sudden bout of coughing that kept the family home,Clears right up for shopping at the local mega-dome.We can make a million alibis for missing out on grace,But you cannot hide an empty heart behind a busy face!(Chorus – Maximum energy, big vocal swells)Oh, we’ve got Sunday morning symptoms, but a Monday morning cure!We're too fragile for the pew, but for the world we are mature.We can’t sit through an altar call or hear the truth today,So we build a wall of reasons just to keep ourselves away.Yeah, the devil serves the platters of the things we like to plead,To keep us out of hearing what we really, truly need.(Outro – Classic Southern Gospel tag, overlapping parts)(Bass): Stop making them excuses!(Tenor): It's time to hear the word!(Lead/All): Put away the crutches and the things that you inferred!No more Sunday morning symptoms...Give me that... Monday morning...(Big sustained chord from the whole quartet)Cure!(Piano flourish to end)
