Lyrics Sunday - Forrest. , Forrest Frank

It's coming, coming, coming
Coming, coming, coming
Coming, coming, coming
Coming, coming, coming

I know you been in a hurry
Don't forget this is a journey
Close them eyes and don't you worry
Sunday is coming
Voices got you messed up
They don't want you with your chest up
Close them eyes and don't you worry
Sunday is calling

It's coming, coming, coming
Coming, coming, coming
Coming, coming, coming
Coming, coming, coming

I know you been looking lowly
They all left you feeling lonely
Close them eyes and don't you worry
Sunday is coming
A mind that always stresses
Can forget about your messes
Close them eyes and don't you worry
Sunday is calling

It's coming, coming, coming
Coming, coming, coming
Coming, coming, coming
Coming, coming, coming

Coming, coming, coming
Coming, coming, coming
Coming, coming, coming
Coming, coming, coming