Lost your grace
Rummaging through an old suitcase
Nostalgia
Hits you right between the eyes
When all you want is a lullaby
If all you’ve ever owned
Keeps you together
It’s not wrong staying home
Just don’t trip over the future
Saving face
Your clumsy mind’s going on for days
Then it unwinds like a sunday song you wanna sing
To the people
A bee sting
If all you’ve ever owned
Keeps you together
Everyone gets old
Some trip over the future
Soaking spoiled
You ain’t nothing but a mama’s boy
Your father knows how your weakness glows
But most of all
You’re going to get what you deserve
You’re going to get what you deserve
Just like a Sunday song
Me and my Sunday song
Me and my Sunday song
Yes I’m ready to be your man
I know it took a little time, but it’ll make us stronger
Yes I’m ready because I can
It took a little time but now the wind is blowin’ blowin’
Blowin’ Blowin’
Blowin’ Blowin’