Susan Werner - Sunday Mornings lyrics

sunday morning there is someplace that i'm supposed to be keeps returning the feeling keeps coming over me just like music or like sunlight on a distant memory sunday mornings sunday mornings my mother choosing what to wear my father combs his jet black hair we are their little prizes in our mary janes and clip on ties we hurry down the aisle the neighbors smile because we're late again on sunday mornings there is someplace that i'm supposed to be keeps returning the feeling keeps coming over me just like music or like sunlight on a distant memory sunday mornings sunday mornings daddy prays because the money's tight mama prays she'll raise her children right and my brother prays he'll change so he won't feel so very strangely out of tune and i went back the other day closed my eyes and tried to pray but a voice spoke loud and clear "you ask too many questions, dear" and i said, "you asked too few" that's why i still don't know quite what to do on sunday mornings there is someplace that i'm supposed to be sunday mornings sunday mornings