Those Sunday mornings Not a scrap in sight I'll go without I do it out of spite All by myself, yeah Food's lost it's flavor I refuse to bite Do myself no favors Stay in every night Ashtrays in rows But you know I Feel alright It's just another Sunday morning Then it's Sunday night I feel alright It's just the ghost of you behind me Sitting right up tight I'll read the paper But it's yesterday's The world's gone mad And I'm going the same way All by myself, yeah When the sun is shining I didn't get no hope I'm new to whining And I'm all out of soap It's good to feel dirty, yeah When you feel alright It's just another Sunday morning Everything's alright I feel alright It's just the ghost of you behind me Sitting right up tight Sitting right up tight So many miles Between me and you So many days I don't know what to do Be by myself Then I know I'll be alright On another Sunday morning Another Sunday night I'll be alright With the ghost of you behind me Sitting right up tight Sitting right up tight Sitting right up tight Sitting right up tight