Sunday Morning in Saturday's Shoes Songtext
von Richard Julian

The stone light of day serves you up on a tray
Sunday mornin′ in Saturday shoes
And your head turns to dust in the dawn's early rust
Sunday mornin′ in Saturday shoes
Feels good to be free, like the way it should be
Oh me, oh my, then you catch your own eye
In the shop window glass, you're livin' too fast
And you′ve got only yourself to accuse Sunday mornin′ in Saturday shoes
Feels good to be free, like the way it should be
Oh me, oh my, then you catch your own eye
In the shop window glass, see your raggedy ass
Like a picture from yesterday's news
Sunday mornin′ in Saturday shoes
Sunday mornin' in Saturday shoes
Sunday mornin′