Текст песни Seven Ways 'Til Sunday - Steve Augeri

No, it ain't for lack of trying
'Cause we've tried most all we can
Must be something we both overlooked
The most obvious of things

And it ain't for lack of money
Or the time that we both spent
'Cause all the money and the cost
All time forever lost
And the prayers we sent
To save us now
For the love of God

I'm cryin' Out
I'm reachin' Out
To anyone who'd hear me out
These seven ways 'til Sunday
How could this to ever come to be

She said seven ways 'til Sunday
Is a promise never kept
And if every saint were praised
By the questions that she raised
Then St. Jude would never sleep at night
Someone hold me tight

I'm cryin' Out
I'm reachin' Out
To anyone who'd hear me out
These seven ways 'til Sunday
How could this to ever come to be

What's it gonna take to win your heart
What's it gonna take to win your love
Seven ways 'til Sunday
And nothing more

I'm cryin' out
I'm reachin' out
To anyone who'd hear me out
These seven ways 'til Sunday
How could this to ever come to be

Yeah, well I'm cryin' out
I'm reachin' out
To anyone who's listening now
These seven ways 'til Sunday
How could this to ever come to be

How could this to ever come to be
Ever come to this