On Sunday Lyrics - Til Tuesday

You should take a walk 

But it's just the same wherever you go 

You just wish the ghost was gone 

So you make some calls 

But it's talking while you're wanting to go 

You're just ringing phones for fun 

You can always make a new excuse to cry 

But you don't have to use it on yourself 

So why spend your sadness now? 

Save it up for me on Sunday 

And why is lonely all you have 

When love is what you'll find on Sunday? 

You might guard your heart 

But it's awfully fun to have it broken 

Or at least to leave a bruise 

It becomes an art 

Though the rules of which are rarely spoken 

By the lucky ones who can choose 

So your pain becomes another souvenir 

And your souvenirs become your world 

So why spend your sadness now? 

Save it up for me on Sunday 

And why is lonely all you have 

When love is what you'll find on Sunday? 

Why spend your sadness now? 

Save it up for me on Sunday 

And why is lonely all you have 

When love is what you'll find on Sunday?