Sunday

I've seen this place before
One time in a dream, I could feel so perfect and real
I put on my happy face and say my grace so my week can waste, waste and peel
But have you ever woken up Sunday
And wished it was Monday 'cause you don't care at all
And have you ever waited for Sunday
One day in the week where redemption breaks your fall
And now you fall

This is the way that it goes
These are your friends among foes
Six days where faith isn't real, and then the church doors open
I'm not a perfect man, but at least I don't get caught up in these games
These people are all the same

Pass the plate around one more time
Put in your tithe and return to your ugliness
Sing your happiest song for Jesus
You're singing a different one for every day of the week