Sunday Best

When she's sleeping on the sofa

When she's laying in her Sunday best

When she's turning over Friday

I could swear I'm sleeping less and less

And the ocean's getting warmer

And California's on her mind

Los Angeles is tired, but we always seem to feel alright

And I won't

No I won't...

No I won't...

Cause she's already out the door

She's already out of here

She's already gone away... already gone away

When I'm coming over Sunday

And I think about you all the time

I wonder what you're doin'

I wonder why you never cry,

When Boston's always raining

And we never ever seemed alive

I sung about you once now, I guess I might as well

But I won't...

No I won't...

No I won't...

Cause I'm already out the door

I'm already out of here

I'm already gone away... already gone away

Well I'm already out of the door

She's already out of here

I've already gone away

Already gone away