Sundays we always walked the ridge in the backyard Down the grass slope that overlooks the Ocean Park Watch as the sun burns a hole right through the fog Comes as it goes Just like rabbits in the yard Don't you always say I wait for Sundays It always gets a break Just wait for Sundays Sand in my socks from all the nights we drove down south The wine that I spilled on your dress is dried up now I watched you look back as you jumped right off the pier Just hope that this lasts We can never come back here Don't you always say I wait for Sundays It always gets a break Just wait for Sundays Wait for Sundays