Lyrics

MISS YOU MOST ON SUNDAY
(Champeaux and Cowherd)
Fifth of Seven time of my life
The minutes and hours collide
Gone not forgotten the years roll by
I try to keep you close but you seem so far away
Even time can’t protect us from yesterday
I Miss You Most on Sunday
So I wait watch and learn
All my Saturday’s are to burn
Hands and faces twist and turn
With the eyes of a child future’s wide open wild
Even time can’t protect us from yesterday
I Miss You Most on Sunday
I need you here to shelter me From all that was and all that will be
I need you here to shelter me
I try to keep you close but you seem so far away
Even time can’t protect us from yesterday
I Miss You Most on Sunday