Sunday Evening - Clearlake

It’s just Sunday evening

So what’s with this sinking feeling

I must have done one of these

At least a thousand times before

Maybe more

It never stops raining

There isn’t much point complaining

Tomorrow will turn up soon and then

It’s back to work for you

Or whatever it is that you do It’s one of those washed out days

Let’s face it, there isn’t much on Except Songs of Praise

It’s just Sunday evening

It’s just Sunday evening

It’s still Sunday evening

I’ve had more than enough, I’m leaving

I’m tired of it never ending so it’s

Off to bed for me And tomorrow, well, maybe we’ll see

It’s one of those washed out days

Let’s face it, there isn’t much on Except Songs of Praise

It’s just Sunday evening

It’s just Sunday evening

I hope that it’s over soon