Sunday Morning

All my friends They come around My ears still ringing And by the end You’re standing in the place I am I’m in between Memories and dreams of nothing In particular… Well, I could never tell a lie OK I guess I’m coming of age So I tell myself Yeah I told myself I wanna be here You said “The streetlights all look the same” Then I told myself Yeah I warned myself I’m in between What I want and who I can’t have In particular… Well, I would rather leave it at that Oh-oh , 'CauseI was never good at that Too late The truth comes out at the turn style And we go back up Then I tell myself I wanna be here She said “Will I ever see you again?” And I told myself “Hey man, I thought you warned yourself!” No, I... Don't wanna be here On a Sunday Morning