I can taste the metal of the words this tongue is holding Words this band won't survive But sometimes saying what you're feeling's just the same as running And this time they stay inside If you've ever been the only Lonely headlights in the night Chasing shitty gigs in Mississippi Just to say you made the drive 'Cause In a Nashville hour or New York minute Dreams like mine are known to die But as sure as I am that I'm gonna Quit on Sunday mornings, I find hope in Sunday nights When I'm not sure that my voice will make it Through three more sets of 45 I got friends who wait for me back in Boston On a makeshift stage under those red lights 'Cause In a Nashville hour or New York minute Dreams like mine are known to die But as sure as I am that I'm gonna Quit on Sunday mornings, I find hope in Sunday nights So, in a way, here's a thank you For all those crazy Sunday nights And to the ones who know the words to all them missing verses Thanks for keeping this alive 'Cause In a Nashville hour or New York minute Dreams like mine are known to die But as sure as I am that I'm gonna Quit on Sunday mornings, I find hope in Sunday nights