In the dark sad hours when your clothes
Have tumbled to the floor
How can you not be sure
In the dark sad hours when your weary heart
Won't let you sleep
How can you now weep
Wishing you could hear
Sunday morning pounding in your ears
In the dark sad hours when you start
Your silent Sunday prayers
How can she not be there
Wishing you could hear
Sunday morning pounding in your ears
In the dark sad hours when you start
Your silent Sunday prayers
How can she not be there
How can she not be there
How can she not be there