sunday morning coming down

waking up with so little sleep, your whole body aching in such a way that forces you to move. and this whole day was sick morning after with flowing ribbons of roads sinking into the redness of night. should have gone to church. should have gone home. made myself sick over worry with how you must be feeling, and why everyone i love is falling down around me. sweating out the booze and the cigarettes and the waste away of used up passion. i'm missing you badly. i'm wanting to hear you. i'm dreaming, but it's not getting me anywhere. and he just don't love me anymore.

"on a sunday mornin sidewalk,
wishin lord that i was stoned
cause there's somethin in a sunday
that makes a body feel alone

and there's nothin short of dyin
that's half as lonesome as the sound
of the sleepin city sidewalks
and sunday mornin comin down"