v1 There’s a bird upon my window without his winter song. My time is but a ripple on this dreary pond. Hope and love are fading, the gift of life returned. The hand of God is waving, he’s not the least concerned that Sunday's gone. sunday's gone [short solo 1] v2 there’s people walking slowly towards a bitter end. we think we are all-knowing, we’re just trying to pretend, there may be something better in a better place, So we go on hating, praying just in case. sunday's gone sunday's gone god help me solo 2 Birds fly past my window without a summer song. My calendar says Sunday was it Monday all along? Death is drawing closer, and still I find no peace. God just shrugs his shoulders will I die here on my knees.... Father why'd you go away and leave me all alone? I can't breathe, I lost everything my wife, my kids, my home. I closed my eyes on Saturday I awoke to something wrong, Sunday's gone [repeat x 4]
