It feels like all the sundays In the world It feels like all the sundays In the world When you're gone That dreaded Sunday feeling It's coming on The whole whole weight of the world Keeps pressing down It feels like all the sundays In the world It feels like all the sundays In the world When you're gone There's glasses to keep the sun from being too bright Not a soul to tell my troubles to tonight And all you have to do is smile And every little thing will bask in the sun of your eyes It feels like all the sundays In the world It feels like all the sundays In the world When you're gone