Clearlake Sunday Evening
It's just Sunday evening
So what's with this sinking feeling
I must have done one of these
At least a thousand times before
Maybe more
It never stops raining
There isn't much point complaining
Tomorrow will turn up soon and then
It's back to work for you
Or whatever it is that you do
It's one of those washed out days
Let's face it, there isn't much on
Except Songs of Praise
It's just Sunday evening
It's just Sunday evening
It's still Sunday evening
I've had more than enough, I'm leaving
I'm tired of it never ending so it's
Off to bed for me
And tomorrow, well, maybe we'll see
It's one of those washed out days
Let's face it, there isn't much on
Except Songs of Praise
It's just Sunday evening
It's just Sunday evening
I hope that it's over soon
