"Sunday Best" - Augustana

When she's sleeping on the sofa When she's laying in her Sunday best When she's turning over Friday I could swear I'm sleeping less and less And the ocean's getting warmer And California's on her mind Los Angeles is tired But we always seem to feel alright But I won't No I won't ‘Cause she's already out the door She's already out of here She's already gone away Already gone away When I'm coming over Sunday And I think about you all the time I wonder what you're doin' I wonder why you never cry When Boston's always raining And we never ever seemed alive I sung about you once now I guess I might as well But I won't No I won't ‘Cause I'm already out the door I'm already out of here I'm already gone away Already gone away