Come Sunday Morn

(álbum: Gathering - 2018)

My eyes are hazy. My spirit's weak
I can run with the best of 'em
But my legs have gone to sleep
Switch on the bright lights. Turn on this town
Tell the Ledger-Star the prodigal son-of-a-bitch is coming round

Leave my blue suede shoes by the door
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness
Come Sunday morn
All these floorboards are barely worn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness
Come Sunday morn

I woke this morning a ball full of rage
A heart full of burning fire was beating on its cage
Mom has gone to heaven. Dad is fairly well
Sister's got her hands too full
And I've gone all to hell

Leave my blue suede shoes by the door
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness
Come Sunday morn
All these floorboards are barely worn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness
Come Sunday morn

Dance with me until the boiling fever's sweated out
Until the pales of grief run bottomless
On the flames that brought the drought
Switch on the bright lights. Turn on this town
Run me through 'til I turn to powder
And dash me on the ground

Leave my blue suede shoes by the door
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness
Come Sunday morn
All these floorboards are barely worn
Break 'em in and then ask forgiveness
Come Sunday morn