Month Of Sundays

I thought I knew the answer to the question

It feeded in, it turned away

For myth of time, for sun if I didnt fagments?

That fed into an endless day

Looking for whatever

and I never learned the candlelight is burning low

I held on to the afterglow

In the year of the month of Sundays

It could have been me on my way

It could have been anything at all

In the year of the month of Sundays

I could have been lost in L.A

Could have been anywhere at all

mmm

I wake up in a dreamy days and wonder

and just how lonely been there watchin´ me

I sad you´ve been there watchin´ me

And maybe I can slip on by unnoticed

But in the end you knew that I would be

Oh more than I could see

And on a big blue mountain

is where I found my peace

You took me for the longest ride

If freedom can be justified

In the year of the month of Sundays

It could have been me on my way

It could have been anything at all

In the year of the month of Sundays

I could have been lost in L.A

Could have been anywhere at all

Its only time that tells you now how long its been

Now that feelings coming back again

I and dont think I belive in anymore

In the year of the month of Sundays

It could have been me on my way

It could have been anything at all

In the year of the month of Sundays

I could have been lost in L.A

Could have been anywhere at all