Sun beating down it's just a no good Sunday Laying 'round and wasting time with you You keep on saying that you're leaving someday Is that some day soon Birds chirping by and people talking loudly It's all white noise to you Me I could sit here listening to them all day Listening to this tune We were feeling good We were holding hands Oh how the air turns gold When it hears your laugh We were feeling good We were holding hands Oh how the air turns gold When it hears your laugh Sun going down it's been a no good Sunday Laying 'round you've got the Sunday blues You keep on saying that you're leaving someday I'm getting sick of that tune Don't go baby Don't you know that you belong here with me now Don't go baby You'll be missing something if you leave We were feeling good We were holding hands Oh how the air turns gold When it hears your laugh We were feeling good We were holding hands Oh how the air turns gold When it hears your laugh