Smooth Sunday Morning

[Instrumental] Sunday afternoon laying on those old vinyls laying cautions in the wind Whispers in the pews of that old empty empty church That's where You caught me there That smooth Sunday morning and afternoon Sun rays bleeding through the dusty quiet The birds and bees singing the trees brushing just outside the stain glass windows While in the corner An old piano says to me You shouldn't go You caught me there That smooth Sunday morning And afternoon I played out of key fingers dusting the ivories What seemed like ages past us By that smooth Smooth Smooth smooth Sunday Morning and afternoon You sure did catch me there Didn't cha Blackberry picking still on your mind The rain the excuse to run inside That old empty hallowed place That smooth Sunday morning And afternoon You caught me there That smooth smooth Smooth Sunday morning And afternoon Behind empty pews So smooth