[Verse 1]
He wakes up alone on a cold Sunday morning
Trying desperately to dive back into his dreams
His aching mind is half in clouds
His head is tearing at its seams
[Chorus 1]
There is no way that he will greet the day
He has half a mind to find a way to find
A way back inside
A new place to hide
[Verse 2]
He ignores his aches and pains
His brain is bruised and broke
His throbbing headache fades away
Vanish in a cloud of smoke
Vanish in a cloud of smoke
[Chorus 2]
He gets off the floor, opens the front door
Sits upon the lawn, soaked with dew-less dawn
The wind blows through his hair
Sweet Sunday morning air
Sweet Sunday morning air
Sweet Sunday morning air