That Sunday Sound
words and music by erin mckeown

dont hear on saturday night
that sunday sound
through the din of my saturday sins
i cannot make it out
stomach is sick
still calling that bar quick
fill it to the glass lip
to make me drown
dont hear on saturday night
that sunday sound

(that sunday sound)
(that sunday sound)

wake up at 4 AM to
that sunday sound
through the seam in a ceiling beam
i start to make it out
ready not yet
still sweating through the night sweat
knocking in my head get
enough to take me down
all night wishing i didnt hear
that sunday sound

(that sunday sound)
makes you feel alright
(that sunday sound)
do you want to feel alright?

they say that absence
makes the heart grow fonder, wrong!
absence makes the heart just wander
coming down the block hot
tambourines of god got
hard core encore
right and ready drum corps
right here to my bedroom door
such glory in that skin and rattle
gonna shake me til i break the battle
heart to heart, chest to chest
i’m willing to take the medicine
sick of being sick sick
sick of being distant
ill at ease, ease this disease
call the doctor please

(that sunday sound)
makes you feel alright
(that sunday sound)
do you want to feel alright?

in the fever of my distance
with you as my witness
i know this dance to be true
the farther i stray i only get sicker
the only thing that heals me is you

© 2017 Erin McKeown