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The Stairs Oh Sunday Morning

There's a light that's shining, Sunday morning it's where I want to be where the river meets the trees the sun is singing all over me there's a house

ringin' And it echoed through the canyons Like a disappearing dream of yesterday On a Sunday morning sidewalk Oh, I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned 'Cause there's something about a Sunday

thing that meant anything was you, yeah After church one Sunday morning near the bottom of the stairs Hair pressed a pretty white dress playing a game of truth or dare And oh

I almost touched your blouse In the morning at the top of the stairs When your father found out what we did that night And you told me you were scared Oh

a piece of Mama's pie Served up on Grandma's China after church on Sunday night Oh, now Papa's probably turning out the lights and heading up the stairs

I almost touched your blouse In the morning at the top of the stairs When your father found out what we did that night And you told me you were scared Oh

I step upon your stairs listen to the rythm of my sould as I sit back in your chair helplessly I tumble straight from out the sky then I realize, oh

It's over now you've had your fun Get up them stairs go on quickly Don't run Take off your shoes the both of you's Leave them down outside the door turn

from dreaming And put on his shoes Starting making his way past 2 in the morning He hasn't been sober for days Leaning out into the breeze Remembering Sunday