Sunday Song - Bloodrock

I should get myself out of bed

Dust off these cranks

And clear my head

Work is hard and I need a break, I surely deserve

All these games that help me escape

Up this morning I walk along

How I need a holiday

And the weel has been so long

But the world can wait

Until I sing my Sunday Song

Weeks from now I would like to be

Chasing white marlin across the sea

Let the sun pour down on my face

With dreams so strong

They will replace my Sunday Song