I can't remember what I can't remember from last night
These mystery bruises remind me that something wasn't right
The weight on these shoulders
Means I'm getting older
I can't remember what I can't remember from last night

That Sunday feeling
You know it's got me to my bones
That Sunday feeling
I know I got no place to go

5 o'clock shadow's coming in earlier these days
Friends telling stories talking about how they changed their ways
The target is moving
What was winning's now losing
5 o'clock shadow's coming in earlier these days

That Sunday feeling
You know it's got me to my bones
That Sunday feeling
I know I got no place to go

We always stood too close to the fire, pretending we just wanted warm
You get used to the ash when you burn up your past, it's just one more thing to ignore
We always liked to preached to the choir, we all know that they don't keep score
But the evening will end when the next day begins, and you're left there still wanting more

The morning promise is disappears in neon lights
With rules always shifting wll I disobey them out of spite
Charisma of cool
The genius of fools
The morning promise is disappears in neon lights

That Sunday feeling
You know it's got me to my bones
That Sunday feeling
I know I got no place to go