She spent all afternoon getting ready, Decided she'd try to touch him, Maybe he'd see that she was free And talk to her this Sunday. She knew from the
A cold sunday afternoon The clouds gather over you A long awaited point of view I've waited too long for the truth and honestly I can only wait a
a maze I looked for you, I was invisible too Sleeping on Sunday Avoiding the pale afternoon Deep in a dream, deep in a dream But nothing seems right Except for the music
afternoon is never ending Wednesday morning papers didn't come Thursday night your stockings needed mending See how they run Lady Madonna, lying on the bed Listen to the music
along soon You don't know it could happen any old rainy afternoon With the temperature down And the jukebox blowing no fuse And my musical life's feeling Like a long sunday
drive it just as fast as it will go Put some drive in your country Let's keep country drivin' on We played some shows in Atlanta On Sunday afternoons
days before rock `n' roll Hyndford Street, Abetta Parade Orangefield, St. Donard's Church, Sunday six bells And in between the silence there was conversation And laughter, and music
music, music and no music Silence and then voice Music and writing, words Memories, memories way back Take me way back Hyndford Street and Hank Williams Louis Armstrong, Sidney Bechet On Sunday afternoons
his autographed picture of robert mitchum Which he no doubt used in an impure way And i was at home rehearsing my choir On christmas day In the afternoon
speak the same kind of language" [Verse 3: Classified] Yeah, uh, yeah, aiyyo, I coast through the east coast, ridin with the Crew (crew) Sunday afternoon
need is some love To get by, to be alright, even when the world's falling off it's axis, It's sunday and you just wanted to enjoy the afternoon I need
breast Wonders how you manage to feed the rest See how they run Lady Madonna Lying on the bed Listen to the music playing in your head Tuesday afternoon
breast Wonder how you manage to feed the rest See how they run Lady Madonna, lying on the bed Listen to the music playing in your head Tuesday afternoon
[feat. Sara Devine] More than red roses you could send me on a Sunday, Or the... in a afternoon, Knowing you respect me, And the way your love protects
down at the park The say "Hey, Willie" and those rock-a-billies Made their way into my heart I remember the old folks sittin' 'round talkin' On laidback Sunday afternoons
the sound of the gulf breeze blowing Holding your hand, the sand on our feet I like the sound of raindrops dancing As we sleep away a Sunday afternoon
Well it tastes like a Sunday, There should be music in the front room, and the markets a'milling with the people in the afternoon. And there's a question