P-O - Sunday Never Comes Around

I've been waiting here since Monday
Sunday never comes around

Sunday, we'll go running to the secret lake
Where the water tastes so sweet
You know that I could drink it all day
And still be steady on my feet
It's the kind of place most people haven't found
It's the kind of feeling where nothing's on the ground

I've been waiting here since Monday
Sunday never comes around

Monday, I'll be staring out my window
Bringing mountains down to me
And I've forgotten what you look like
Though I try so desperately
The days pass so slowly but the weeks go flying by
You're always in my dreams but never by my side

I've been waiting here since Monday
Sunday never comes around
I've been waiting here since Monday
Sunday never comes around

Written by:
Ruth Miller

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