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Sunday Walking Blues

words & music by Nate Shelkey

I know it’s not the first time
you’ve been called out on this
I know it’s not the last time
You’ll try to walk out and miss
Leaving him to think alone by himself
Keeping things you wish all under wraps
and dreaming how next time maybe
we’ll blow reville instead of just taps
because the day’s not done
till we call it a night
and we can’t agree on nothing
unless we agree to the start of a fight

and that’s not the way I’d like to end
my last sight of you by the way
not the memory of someone else holding your face
not your car parked after dark somewhere discreet by a lake
and get caught driving by so slowly
highbeams back light the shapes
of a worldclass back seat make-out
with windows fogged up for effect
I should turn around and get out of here
before I cause a wreck

You take it like a Sunday walking blues
You wonder why the girl won’t marry you
You take it like a Sunday walking blues
You wonder why the world can’t carry you