Sunday Mornings

Don't let the sun go down on your anger
The longest day in history still had to end
Throw all of your worries to the big blue sky
‘Cause you never miss the water until the well runs dry

But I pay no attention to the things that hide out past the moon
Or anything I can't directly view
But you were the exception that proved my rule
Yeah, you were the exception that proved my rule

You've got so many mountains and no one to trust
And you've got lonely sunday mornings and two inches of dust
And you've got a lot of options that you're stuck in between
And you got some new tattoos, but you're still not sure what they mean

So lay down in a bed made of books you haven't read
And call me when you've caught your second wind

But I pay no attention to the things that hide out past the moon
Or anything I can't directly view
But you were the exception that proved my rule
Yeah, you were the exception that proved my rule

Don't let the sun go down on your anger
The longest day in history still had to end
Throw all of your worries to the big blue sky
‘Cause you never miss the water until the well runs dry.