Sunday Best

but 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 doin

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...