Sunday morning,

Cruising about.

No other place to go.

Speeding by

The place we met.

Sunday morning, driving slow.


I see you there.

'Coz you're not here with me.

Close my eyes,

You're here with me,

Even though you're gone.

Sunday morning.

On my own.

No tears left to shed.

Speeding by

The graveyard

Where you take eternal rest.