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