Ugly Sunday

I feel your blood run cold

And it's a rainy Sunday morning

I count the million miles

I'm driftin' from here, to hell

TodayBehind their windows people stare

Can't recognize the kindness there

Just prayers for drownin' ships at sea

None for me

And youIt'll take a hard rain to wash your taste away

Still I wish there was a reason left to stay, yeahI'm drunk half blind and it's an ugly Sunday morning

The wind arrives with the clouds refusing to break apart, like me

Why if all the world's stopped turnin', how can all this rain keep fallin'

Washin' me a million miles away

From you