Текст песни Sunday Morning - James

Sunday morning, Sunday morning
It's just a restless feeling in my side
Sunday morning, Sunday morning
It's just the wasted years so close behind
Watch out, the world's behind you
Watch out, someone's around you
Who will fall for nothing at all
Sunday morning, I am falling
I've got a feeling I don't want to go down
Sunday morning, Sunday morning
It's all the streets you crossed not so long ago
Watch out, the world's behind you
Watch out, someone's around you
Who will fall for nothing at all
Watch out, the world's behind you
Watch out, someone's around you
Who will fall for nothing at all
Sunday morning, Sunday morning
Sunday morning, Sunday morning
Not another Sunday morning
Every day is just like a Sunday morning
Every day waiting for happy Monday morning
Let's go for a walk
From my Chelsea Hotel
Down the sidewalks to Greenwich Village
Passing through Cheeky's
Max Kanz is sitting
Let's go meet Sam Shepard
Meanwhile, a knife, a fork
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way to sound New York
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way to sound New York
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way to sound New York
A knife, a fork, a bottle and a cork
That's the way
That's the way
That's the way to the Village
I'm waiting for my man
Waiting for my man
Black leather angel
But he don't work weekends
He don't work
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do you have a thing for me?
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do you know where I can score?
Do you know where I can find a doctor at this late hour?
Where I can score some sweet Jane?
Some sweet Jane
You're my heroin
You're my sweet angel heroin
My sweet black angel of heroin
I've got pale blue eyes and pale blue skin