Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox
Sunday Morning (2017)
Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers, share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in
But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do
I would gladly hit the road, get up, and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you
That may be all I need
In darkness, she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving home on Sunday morning
I never want to leave
Fingers trace your every outline, yeah
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather, still together in the end
That may be all I need
In darkness, she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving home on Sunday morning
I never want to leave
But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do
I would gladly hit the road, get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you
That may be all I need
In darkness, she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving home on Sunday morning
I never want to
Driving home on Sunday morning
I never want to
Driving home on Sunday morning
I never want to leave