Sundays - Tom Prior, Philip George

She’s some vulcano

When she needs to let off steam

The truth is I know

She’s too good for me

I’m in my bed still lost at sea

Waves are rocking in my mind

That’s just what the drink does to me

Let myself go tonight

'Cause she says she’s got to let go

But I can’t get through Sundays

With Jesus alone

And I need her more than she could know

'Cause I can’t get through Sundays

With Jesus alone

Jesus alone

Jesus alone

Jesus alone

She had high hopes

But it took her so long to see

I’m not the hero

That she thought I’d be

She always knew when to say no

I never got that right

So deal me another, pour me another

Let myself go tonight

'Cause she says she’s got to let go

But I can’t get through Sundays

With Jesus alone

I need her more than she could know

'Cause I can’t get through Sundays

With Jesus alone

Jesus alone

Jesus alone

I’m doing my best to be somebody else

I know that you keep me safe from myself

No one else

It’s the slippery soap that I’m trying to climb

If you’re not around then I’m wasting my time

My lifeline

'Cause she says she’s got to let go

But I can’t get through Sundays

With Jesus alone

Jesus alone, oh no

Jesus alone, oh no

I can’t get through Sundays, oh no

Say I can’t get through Sundays, oh no

With Jesus alone