Sunday Mornings

Don't let the sun go down on your anger

The longest day in history still had to end

Throw all of your worries to the big blue sky

‘Cause you never miss the water until the well runs dry

But I pay no attention to the things that hide out past the moon

Or anything I can't directly view

But you were the exception that proved my rule

Yeah, you were the exception that proved my rule

You've got so many mountains and no one to trust

And you've got lonely sunday mornings and two inches of dust

And you've got a lot of options that you're stuck in between

And you got some new tattoos, but you're still not sure what they mean

So lay down in a bed made of books you haven't read

And call me when you've caught your second wind

But I pay no attention to the things that hide out past the moon

Or anything I can't directly view

But you were the exception that proved my rule

Yeah, you were the exception that proved my rule

Don't let the sun go down on your anger

The longest day in history still had to end

Throw all of your worries to the big blue sky

‘Cause you never miss the water until the well runs dry.