Sunday Best Lyrics - All The Stars And Boulevards - Augustana

When she's sleeping on the sofa 

When she's laying in her Sunday best 

When she's turning over Friday 

I could swear I'm sleeping less and less. 

And the ocean's getting warmer 

And California's on her mind 

Los Angeles is tired 

But we always seem to feel alright 

But I won't 

No I won't 

No I won't 

'Cause she's already out the door 

She's already out of here 

She's already gone away 

Already gone away 

When I'm coming over Sunday 

And I think about you all the time 

I wonder what you're doing 

I wonder why you never cry 

When Boston's always raining 

And we never ever seemed alive 

I sung about you once now 

I guess I might as well 

But I won't 

No I won't 

No I won't 

'Cause I'm already out the door 

I'm already out of here 

I've already gone away 

Already gone away 

Well I'm already out the door 

I'm already out of here 

I've already gone away 

Already gone away