Bloodrock Sunday Song
I should get myself out of bed
Dust off these cranks and clear out my head
Work is hard and I need a break, I surely deserve
All these games that help me escape, yeah
Up this morning I walk along
How I need a holiday, yeah
And the week has been so long
But the world can wait
Until I sing my Sunday Song
Weeks from now I would like to be
Chasing white marlin across the sea
Let the sun shine down on my face
With dreams so strong
They will replace my Sunday Song, yeah
