Jim White - Sunday's Refrain

I have no one to talk too, nothing to see
Got nowhere to walk to, nothing to be
Saturday's rain falling down on me
Sunday's refrain, will lost in the streams
Streams of rain, knocking down days or walls
It's all the same
Nothing to see, except days
Some words like generally change
Some words like generally change
Waiting on Sunday's, Sunday's refrain

My pockets of memories, my pockets of dreams
Empty my pockets what do I see?
Lockets of ... dying
Lakes and the rusty chains, of this strange

Strange ...
Knocking down days or walls, it's all the same
Nothing to see, except days
Some words like generally change
Some words like generally change
Waiting on Sunday's, Sunday's refrain

And if we're on our way, to ... Kentucky
We can ... we could get ugly
... devils will find us, ... stop ... we jump right into our
... in this world, could not...to wait
of this ...we feel the days, listen to Sunday's refrain