Sunday

Sounds of the city on the beach

Seem to be calling me, calling me home

Scent of the salt just down the streets

Seem to be holding me back

I never wanna go

The road back to Phoenix

It couldn't sound much worse

The thought just didn't cross my mind

Sunday

You gotta go home

But if home is where your heart is

my heart is at a distance

Take me home

Cruising down this busy street

It seems to be inviting

It's ever so enticing

Pouring the sand out of the shoes

It seems to be reminding

My memory's rewinding

The road back to Phoenix

It couldn't sound much worse

The thought just didn't cross my mind

Sunday

You gotta go home

But if home is where your heart is

my heart is at a distance

Take me home

Send me (send me)

To where I wanna be (to where I wanna be)

To wherer my heart is calling

Send me

To where I wanna be

My beating heart is screaming

The L.B.C.

Sunday

You gotta go home

But if home is where your heart is

my heart is at a distance

Take me home

Sunday (sunday)

You gotta go home (you gotta go home)

But if home is where your heart is (But if home is where your heart is)

My heart is at a distance (My heart is at a distance)

I gotta go

I gotta go

I gotta go home.