Come Sunday

The window's open, but the curtain's spoken for
And all I'm askin' is the last thing you got
I never wanted the storms you hunted
But this one tracked me back and I need your open door

Come next Sunday, I'll be gone
But I'll be markin' the road that you're on

Yeah I've been broken, yeah I've been down
Yeah dark was the night, yeah cold was the ground
But April's wakin' from December's dream
And spring thaw's the poor man's gallery opening

Come next Sunday, I'll be strong
And I'll be walkin' the road that you're on

Do you want me to, do you want me to
Do you want me to, do you want me to
Do you want me to

I'm not tryin' to corner you
All I'm askin' is if you want me to



Credits
Writer(s): Nick Barnes
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