Misty Sunday Mornings are no good for me Do you know how good it would be if you You Be dear to me Sunday Morn Misty Sunday Mornings used to go so well And you know, right now I find myself hiding in a shell These days are driving me to roam Help if you can Sunday Morn Helping one another in our own big family And so, I Will you lend a hand? Is there any other way to understand? Misty Sunday Mornings used to represent me And I Can you see right through me dear, I hope Hoping so much you hold me close Helping one another in our own big family And so, I Will you lend a hand? Is there any other way to understand?