Aimee Mann - On sunday

You should take a walk But its just the same wherever you go You just wish the ghost was gone So you make some calls But its talking while you're wanting to go You're just ringing phones for fun You can always make a new excuse to cry But you don't have to use it on yourself chorus: So why spend your sadness now Save it up for me on sunday And why is lonely all you have When love is what you'll find on sunday interlude You might guard your heart But its awfully fun to have it brokena Or at least to leave a bruise It becomes an art Though the rules of which are rarely spoken By the lucky ones who can choose So your pain becomes another souvenir And your souvenirs become your world c#m caug chorus: So why spend your sadness now Save it up for me on sunday And why is lonely all you have When love is what you'll find on sundayinterlude Why spend your sadness now Save it up for me on sunday And why is lonely all you have When love is what you'll find on sunday