Sunday Morning - Lyrics - James

Sunday morning Sunday morning It's just a restless feeling in my side Sunday morning Sunday morning It's just the wasted years so close behind Watch out the world's behind you Watch out someone around you who will fall For nothing at all Sunday morning I am falling I've got a feeling I don't want to go down Sunday morning Sunday morning It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago Watch out the world's behind you Watch out someones around you who will fall For nothing at all Watch out the worlds behind you Watch out someones around you Who will fall,for nothing at all Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning Sunday morning Not another Sunday morning Every day is just like a Sunday morning Everyday waiting for a happy Monday morning Lets go for a walk From my Chelsea hotel Down the sidewalks to Greenwich Village Pass CBGBs, Max Kansas City Lets go meet Sam Shepherd And Robert Mapplethorpe A knife a fork a bottle and a cork, that's the way to sell New York A knife a fork a bottle and a cork, that's the way to sell New York A mouth a fork a bottle and a cork, that's the way to sell New York A knife a fork a bottle and a cork, that's the way That's the way, that's the way to the Village I am waiting for my man Waiting for my man Black leather angel But he down work weekends, he don't work Do do do do do do you have anything for me Do do do do do do you know where I can score Do you know where I can find a doctor at this, this late hour Where I can score some sweet Jane Some sweet Jane you're my *** You're my sweet angel *** My sweet black angel of *** Ive got pale blue eyes and pale blue skin.