Sunday morning... On this street
Sunday morning... Dirty street
I just walk away
Sometimes I feel like I am going nowhere
Long hair has grown too long to see or to sing a song
Ring a bell of the house where you live to say hello
No one's home that's what the door says
Walking down the narrow street to get some sweets
Both the hands in my pocket looking for something I need
Sunday morning... On this street
Sunday morning... Dirty street
I just walk away
Sometimes I feel like I am the only one looking down
Looking down the ground covered up with all kinds of leaves
I hear a baby crying and dog is barking warning me
I walk away from everything I see...
Cheese cake is what I want to eat
A few cups of cupcinos will wake me up from the day dream...
How can I? How can I? How can I make myself go?
Before baby stop crying... before all the leaves fall...
Looking for the word on the dirty street...
On the dirty street where I used to sleep...
Only street where I'll be walking tomorrow...
Looking for the word on the dirty street...
On the dirty street where I used to sleep...
Only street where I'll be walking tomorrow...
Sunday morning... On this street
Sunday morning... Dirty street
Sunday morning... On this street
Sunday morning... Dirty street
I just walk away!
