Sunday

We could travel the world
With the miles on our cars.
We could swim the ocean,
And find a land all ours.
The universe could collapse,
And maybe it will someday.
But I'll be all right
As long as there's still Sunday.

The day of rest,
The day of love,
The day I get enough.
Just you and me,
The bed and sheets,
Whispers and laughs,
The moments that last
On Sunday morning.

I wake up, sun in my eyes,
Blinking off the sleep.
I feel your arms around me,
You're breathing soft and sweet.
And in an hour I'll wake you,
But just now I love the way
I can watch your sleep
In the bright light of Sunday.

The day of rest,
The day of love,
The day I get enough.
Just you and me,
The bed and sheets,
Whispers and laughs,
The moments that last
On Sunday morning.

We may get up by mid-afternoon,
When the world just won't wait.
But until then, just let me say,
I can't wait until next Sunday.

The day of rest,
The day of love,
The day I get enough.
Just you and me,
The bed and sheets,
Whispers and laughs,
The moments that last
On Sunday morning.

I'll be all right as long as there's still Sunday.