Title: Month of Sundays Album: Youth in Asia
	John pretty much had this song finished before he brought it into the studio. He even knew what sounds should be used. We worked together on it and came up with the finished product. Enjoy! Month of Sundays So now it’s been a month of Sundays, since you’ve been thinking bout me You called me up to say,” Think it over”, and here I thought I was finally free You hung the barbed wire round my ego and then added a chain or three You called me up to say,” Think it over”, a month of Sundays now you miss me Chorus: “It’s all inside your head.” She said, while phoning from her bed. “Please think it over.” “She called me on the phone,” I said, “She won’t leave me alone. I know I told her.” So now it’s been a month of Sundays, I saw your sister she said it’s true That you’re carrying someone’s baby, whose father doesn’t wear my tattoos I see your call has ulterior motives, I thought that maybe I paid my dues And your still playing with my emotions, a month of Sundays escaping you Chorus: “It’s all inside your head.” She said, while phoning from her bed. “Please think it over.” “She called me on the phone,” I said, “She won’t leave me alone. I know I told her.” Her daughters wearing an Easter bonnet won’t see her father but that’s o. k. I think I’ll be her adopted uncle, her mother drinking her life away The years her mom could have been here with me, having my kids the proper way So now it’s been a year of Sundays, her daughter’s leading in the school play Chorus: Last “Although you’re not my dad.” she said,” I am really not that sad, because you love me.” “ You went to see my play,” she said,” While mothers at the bar drinking her whiskey.”

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