EARLY SUNDAY MORNING
Early Sunday morning, I’m all alone
Somebody’s house here but it sure ain’t a home
Just this old melody spinning round my head
Blues and greens and yellows but not one speck of red
So where am I going when there’s no place left to go
Why am I thinking when there’s nothing to know
And who do I ask for when I get the nerve to call
The voice I hear’s inside my head, it’s nothing or it’s all
You tell me that it’s alright, whisper it’s OK
Implore me not to run and hide, to put down roots and stay
You tell me that you love me, and that you truly care
That you’ve been with me through it all, followed everywhere
You know that I can hear you, the voice is crystal clear
You know that I have pushed and pulled and wrestled with my fear
You know that I’ve been torn and shorn and ripped and filled with spite
And brought down bloodied to my knees, whipped by wrong and right
You tell me that I know I’m not so lost as all I say
You tell me that when I sit down here and play
You tell me that I’m coming back, coming around, coming home
And that we’re right now getting fresh blood out of this old stone
You know it’s just a smokescreen when I say I don’t know you
That underneath it all you know I know that you are true
You know I know that all I really want or truly need
Is to have you come out from behind and please take the lead
Early Sunday morning, bout six o’clock
I’m up and at ‘em, and my at ‘em’s now unlocked
And I can see through that forest, way beyond those trees
That’s what I’m doing here down on my knees
Early Sunday morning, I’m not alone
Somebody’s house here, and I’m feeling right at home
Got this old melody dancing in my head
Blues and greens and yellows, and everything he said