Sunday Best — текст песни (Augustana)

When she`s sleeping on the sofa
When she`s laying in her Sunday best
When she`s turning over Friday
I could swear I`m sleeping less and less
And the ocean`s getting warmer
And California`s on her mind
Los Angeles is tired
But we always seem to feel alright

But I won`t
No I won`t

Cause she`s already out the door
She`s already out of here
She`s already gone away
Already gone away

When I`m coming over Sunday
And I think about you all the time
I wonder what you`re doin`
I wonder why you never cry
When Boston`s always raining
And we never ever seemed alive
I sung about you once now
I guess I might as well

But I won`t
No I won`t

Cause I`m already out the door
I`m already out of here
I`m already gone away
Already gone away