Sunday

We were kicking on Sunday
One sip of the Kool-Aid
Was enough for me
Fast car to the freeway
Better run from the TV screen, ay

We were six years old, we were living in the city
Playing tricks in the road, getting caught up with the kiddies
There were wide eyed boys, playing with their toys
'Til the pretty little ladies walked by

And the days got cold, and we turned into the centers
Playing games 'til the old man called us for dinner
Ain't it crazy how time flies?

I've been trying to find this money on my mind
It's frozen, and we're broken (yeah, we're broken baby)
I've been trying to find this worry on my mind today
(I'm happy to announce that it is what it is)

East Coast, maybe Brooklyn, baby
Down south, go Miami crazy
Out here we're broken, but we're in this together

Where do we go when we die? How do we learn how to give?
What do we do to get by? Who do we hurt when we win?
When do we learn how to love? How do we choose to be free?
Where does the river carry me?

Time passed slow 'til we never see each other
Now we're getting old, we lost some color
Innocence ain't nothing like this, what you wanna tell me honey?

I've been trying to find this money on my mind
It's frozen, and were broken (yeah, we're broken baby)
I've been trying to find this worry on my mind today
(I'm happy to announce that it is what it is)

East Coast, maybe Brooklyn, baby
Down south, go Miami crazy
Out here we're broken, but we're in this together

East Coast, maybe Brooklyn, baby
Down south, go Miami crazy
Out here we're broken, but we're in this together

Where do we go when we die? How do we learn how to give?
What do we do to get by? Who do we hurt when we win?



Credits
Writer(s): Pete Murray, Tom Stewart, John Fahnestock, Neil Godfrey
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